Prom night was a nightmare for Parker.

The gym was packed with sweaty bodies, the air heavy with the stench of perfume, cologne, and anticipation. The overhead lights were dimmed, but the occasional flash of strobes made it feel like he was trapped in some kind of chaotic, neon-lit fever dream. Music blared through the speakers, some overplayed pop song that he hated. It was all terrible.

The thought of being surrounded by drunk, obnoxious classmates made his skin crawl. He wasn’t even sure if he liked any of these people. Honestly, he could toss a rock into the crowd and it’d probably land on someone who had either bullied him at some point or given him a strange, judgmental look when he walked by in the hallways.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not really. But there was Daisy, his one true friend, sitting next to him, looking a little lost herself. She had asked him to be her date after her jerk of a boyfriend broke up with her two weeks ago. Parker hated seeing her sad, and despite his loner tendencies, he couldn’t say no to her. She didn’t deserve to spend the night alone. That was the only reason he was here—or so he told himself.

But if he was being honest—really honest—there was one more reason.

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It was ridiculous, Parker knew that, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that pulled him toward them. They weren’t even in the same social circles. Hell, they had only worked on one group project together sophomore year, but ever since then, something about them had stuck with him.

They looked perfect tonight. More than perfect.

The way they moved through the crowd, effortless and graceful, made Parker feel like some kind of bumbling idiot. He couldn’t work up the nerve to talk to them. Not now, not ever. He wasn’t the kind of person who just waltzed up to someone like them and struck up a conversation. He wasn’t even sure what he’d say. ‘Hey, I’ve been low-key obsessed with you for two years, wanna dance?’

Yeah, right. They probably didn’t even know he existed.