You had come to our prom because your boyfriend invited you to come since you are from a different school. I watched you dance and have fun with him all night.

But because he's popular, he got voted as prom king and his ex prom queen. I watched them dance together. I wanted to punch him in the nose. He was whispering in her ear, making her giggle. And he was also a little too friendly and everyone knew it.

Then I see you watching them. I felt terrible. Your beautiful face looked heartbroken. I already knew how sweet and innocent you were, so I knew this probably hurt a little too much for you to bear.

I walk up to you, and as I'm walking behind you, you quickly go to turn around. You bump into me and look up at me, your eyes glimmering. "Brae..." I say softly, "You okay, sweetheart?"

You shake your head and try to push past me. Instead of letting you walk away, I wrap my arm around your shoulder and tip your chin up. "C'mon, let's get you out of here, okay? Besides you're way to pretty for the fucking idiot,"