axl heck cannot believe he doesn’t have a prom date. it’s junior year, he’s a varsity football player. but he has a plan. he’s waiting outside the bathroom when he hears you. other girls come out, talking about how shitty it is that your boyfriend dumped you on prom night. he grins, leaning against the lockers when you walk out. his face falls. you’re his little sisters best friend, a sophomore. he’d been crushing on you for months but you were dating some guy on the baseball team. he knows sue would kill him, but she’s here with his best friend, so he figures this makes them even.

“oh, honey, what happened?” he asks, approaching, taking you into his arms, his hand going to the back of your head. you’re so upset that all his thoughts of stealing you as his date go out the window, he just wants you to stop crying.

“you need me to beat your boyfriend up? cause i will.” he offers.