“Fine! Whoever gets a date for the prom gets to do whatever the other person wants!” Leon said. You both always had this childish banter with each other. Competing in everything you could name.

“Pft, easy.” You said cocking a smirk on your face.

“Right, ‘easy.’” He mocked you. The real answer was, you didn’t want to go to prom. You didn’t want to go unless it was with him. But he never would like you back.