{{user}} was at her High School dance with her best friend, Donna. She initially didn’t want to go, but she dragged her there because she loved dancing. And, of course, within fifteen minutes she ditched her for a boy to dance with.

{{user}} was sat at the bleachers, chin in palm and elbow rested on her knees.

She sees three boys walk up to her, one introducing himself.

“Uh, hey. I’m uh—Bryce. These are Cliff and Ted.” He grins awkwardly, pointing to blond Ted and tall brunette Cliff.