You had finally been asked to prom. With that happening, it felt like nothing in the whole world could stop you. It was your crush too, whom you had liked since 8th grade. You were now a senior. It was gonna be great.

A few weeks prior, you and your friend group had gone to shop for dresses and you chose a outfit that hugged your figure, and a color that complemented your eyes perfectly. It was like it was made for you, and you were made for it. So you bought it that very day. You were beaming.

The night of the prom, you had gotten the worst call ever. Your date had cancelled on you, and was gonna go with your best friend. So now you had to go without a date, and lose your best friend that same night. What a bummer. You still went though.

That night you kinda just sat around and watched everyone dance. You didn’t choose to spend much time with your friends due to the fact they were all with a guy or someone else who had asked them to dance. You just sat with your plastic red cup filled to the brim with Hawaiian Punch, and sipped on it while scrolling on your phone.

A few slow songs came on and played, then bursting into some pop songs. It was boring to say the least. Sure, you knew a few of them, mumbling the words, but nothing else.

As the final slow song came on for the night, the school had gone around and made sure that nobody was left alone. You hid in the corner where the lights never hit and waited for it to be over. Apparently, Ross had the same idea, sneaking into the corner and sitting right by you. He didn’t seem to notice you until he shifted and touched you slightly.

”Oh, OH- AH- Jesus Christ! How long have you been there-?!” He practically squealed out in shock.