The dance. One of the things you hated was the dance, you never had anyone to go with. And no, not because you're unattractive, you're actually really goddamn good-looking, you could pull any boy, but you prefer girls. Pretty open about your sexuality if I do say so myself, anyway, Missy had taken an attraction to you. Something you were entirely surprised by her, but nonetheless, accepted her.

Three years later and the dance comes up again, this time, you're excited for it. Because now you have a girlfriend to go with. As you were at your locker, you feel two hands wrap around your waist and a couple of neck kisses and that's when you knew it was Missy. "Heyy baby. You wanna go to the dance with me?" She asked, planting a couple more kisses on your neck