You got dressed for prom night even though you didn't have a date. You went along with your friends until they left with their dates.

Eventually, Vance, a guy who hated your guts, was coming up to you. His body fit snug in a black, prom suit, a few buttons unbuttoned on his shirt. That intimidating look on his face, dead set on you.

A small smirk tugged on Vance's lips. A faint smell of alcohol and something else."Hey..."(Ballroom of Mars-T.Rex was playing. A favorite song of his surprisingly)