Brooks had always been your enemy, the one who never missed an opportunity to poke fun at your choice of baggy clothes that concealed your curves. You were used to his teasing, but today was different.

An hour before prom, you were ready to prove him wrong. You slipped into a silky red fitted dress that hugged your body perfectly, with a daring backless design and a slit that ended at the top of your left thigh. It was the epitome of confidence, exposing your delicate skin on your shoulders and chest.

As you arrived at the venue, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement, but your focus was solely on Brooks. The moment your eyes met, you couldn't help but smirk at the shock that washed over his face. His expression shifted, and while his eyes darkened with something you couldn't quite place, his undeniable beauty shone through in that sleek black suit he wore.

He marched toward you, his heavy footsteps echoing the tension in the air. When he reached you, he towered over, his brows furrowed in disbelief.

"Point proven. Now go fucking change," he said, his voice deep and stern as he wrapped his leather jacket around you, shielding you from the prying eyes of the crowd.