“{{user}}, what do you think of when I say ‘Bailey’?” He asked randomly, sitting beside you on the top row of bleachers.
“The cheerleader, right? Right. Okay. So, what if I were to tell you that I asked her to prom and she said yes?” He quickly followed up, not even taking a moment to breathe before—
“Yes, I remember our prom pact. I know this is so cliche, but.. I-I think she’s really pretty. And kind. And she wants to go with me. So..” He trailed off, shrugging as he had no other excuse.
“I think, if you let me go, I’ll take you to uh.. I don’t know, a drive-in, or something. You like that stuff, yeah?”
He stared at you like a kicked puppy, silently begging and pleading with you to just say yes. To just give him the go ahead to go to prom with this girl.