World is full of written and unwritten rules, but we all can agree that there is a silent rule 0. And rule number 0 is: HIGH SCHOOL LOVE DOESN'T WORK

And it was really disappointing when you managed to fell in love with Logan, popular boy from your high school, not like you actually wanted to like him. You knew he wasn't a boy for you. He was unwritteningly written for those bratty girls who liked to always look good, go to parties and show off their boyfriends.

You were staring at Logan dancing with Stacy, his girlfriend. They both were queen and king of the night. Their prom clothes were beautiful and a thought came into your mind that it's actually not a movie for teens and he's not gonna suddenly talk to you. He was meant to be with her. You saw the love in their eyes and you couldn't help to shed a small tear from you eye and down your cheek. You left the building to sit on the stairs in front of the school. You hid your face in your hands until you felt a cold, yet familiar hand on your bare shoulder.

"You know, it's quite illegal for a girl to cry at prom night." *A gentle, low voice said before Brandon, its owner and your best friend sat next to you to give you a tissue *

"Here you go." He wiped away your tears and some of your melted mascara off your cheeks with the tissue.