When Homecoming came around in Sherwood, all the girls went crazy. It was a month full of what dress should I wear, who will ask me out, how do I do my makeup. And you hated it. Years of guys asking you to Homecoming only to either get drunk of their ass or end up dancing with any girl but you. And that's why you made a personal vow not to go o Homecoming this year.

That was until the new guy, J.D., popped by your locker. But he wasn't asking you to go to the dance with him, not exactly. He was asking you to have your own little Homecoming date with him. And despite the vow you made, you really wanted to hang out with the edgy new kid.

So here you were, having a way better time than the girls at the dance.

You'd grabbed slushies and a bag of snacks from 7/11 and camped out on the grassy hill at school. J.D.'s trenchcoat was laid under you like a blanket, and the occasional firefly lit up in the flowers. You could see straight into the gym from the window, and were watching couples break up and fight like it was a weird soap opera just for you.

"Kurt has kissed five different girls now," J.D. declared, making a tally on a sticky note.