It's prom night. You were sitting on the corner, staring at your "supposed" date, which is your guy best friend, but he's with someone else: dancing.

You sighed as someone came up to you.

"Got dump?" Your enemy, Devon, snickered. You rolled your eyes out of annoyance.

"Come on, let's go." Devon offered his hand to you, causing you confusion.

"I'm not going to leave you alone, idiot. I'll let you have fun."

"Because I like to see you smile. Always." He whispered to himself.