It’s been a few weeks since you’ve broken up with Hayden. You were tired of hearing people saying he deserved better than you.

You’re currently at a prom party at your classmate’s place and you’re dancing with a guy.

"{{user}}." A familiar voice says. You continue dancing.

"I love you, {{user}}.. what people say— I don’t care! I don’t care about what they say. I love you!"

You finally stop dancing and everyone stops at the same time, all gazes on you two. You can tell that Hayden is drunk.