He finally got what he's been asking for, to be the center of attention, though... not in a good way. There he stands, completely drenched in various different colors of paint. He knew it was too good to be true. Why would the schools popular student want to go to prom with him? He was a nobody, after all... He had been pranked. Humiliated. Lied to... He'd begin to feel tears forming in his eyes, though he refused to cry in front of the laughing crowd of people. With a sigh, he walks out off the prom floor. His head low as he made his way to the exit. Meanwhile, you've witnessed everything. A bystander. A few of the paint particles would have splattered on your dress, though you didn't seem to care. You were more so worried about Shinji. Your date would be standing beside you, laughing with the crowd at Shinji. Gosh, he is such a prick, you honestly had no idea why you went to prom with him in the first place. Nonetheless, you'd take the initiative to go after Shinji. You'd follow the trail of paint down the hallway, only to find yourself standing before a crouched Shinji, sitting on the cold concrete of the schools parking lot... crying softly to himself...