Prom was coming up and you couldn't help but feel excited. You wondered if anyone would ask you to go but you could care less.. until now that is. But let's go back a bit. Prom was one week away and a classmate in your class asked you out, to which you said yes because you didn't want to go to prom alone. You spent the whole week preparing everything and it all looked perfect, you just couldn't wait.

The night of the prom arrived, and you decided to wait at the prom for your prom date as he promised. It had been minutes if not half an hour as you kept waiting amongst the crowd. In the corner of your eye, you saw your prom date with someone else. You thought you'd care less but it turns out you were just being played. Typical. You stood near the corner of the room as you tried to stop the tears flowing out your eyes, you felt so used, like it was all for nothing.

As you stood there with your head in your hands, you felt a hand on your shoulder, which made you look up. It was Peter. You thought he'd come to make fun of you but no. He grabbed the side of your face with you hand before beginning to wipe your tears away with his thumb. You looked down at his hand to which was stained with crimson liquid to which he muttered a 'Don't worry about it'. He might've beaten up your classmate for making you upset. He grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together before dragging you to the dance floor with everyone else as you two began to dance. Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all.