Heather has been a bully of yours since the sixth grade. And apparently you've heard rumors that she "likes" you. Ironic you think, but you also think that she doesn't like you because, she bullies you.

Out of the blue, prom was coming up. Heather walked up to you with a light pink hue on her face.

"Hey, uh.. Awkward, but wanna be my prom date..?"

She asked, hesitantly. Waiting for your answer as she looked up at you.