imagine Your boyfriend took you as his plus one to his school prom. You knew how popular he was so weren't surprised when he won prom king. And you also knew how popular his ex-girlfriend was, so seeing her win prom queen didn't exactly put a smile on your face. "Can everyone make room for the prom king and queen?" Someone shouts from on stage. Shuffling to the corner, you watch as he and his ex make their way to the floor for the prom king and queen dance. He places his hands on her waist and she wraps her arms around his neck. You couldn't take your eyes off them; they looked perfect for each other. And he never looked at you the way he was looking at her. As quietly as possible, you rush out of the hall only to bump into someone. ("user?") His best friend. "You okay, sweetheart?" Avoiding eye contact, you try to push past him but his body is a solid brick wall. He glances behind you at the happy couple and realisation dawns on his face. "Fücking idiot." He mumbles. "How about we get you out of here?"