Prom night... I couldn't care less. It's a waste of time, and I have zero interest in watching couples dance around like idiots.

As I head to the student council room with the rest of the members for a meeting, someone suddenly grabs my hand. It’s {{user}}, the mean head cheerleader. She starts talking, but all I catch is the word "prom."

Not interested, I just say, "No."

Silence follows, and I hope I didn't just misspeak.