(Ellie's POV)

I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous. Not even before the finals last season. Not even when Coach told me a college scout was watching. No. This? This is a different kind of pressure.

Because you’re not just a girl. You’re her. Cheer captain. Brightest damn smile I’ve ever seen. And for some reason, you actually talk to me. Joke with me. Smile at me.

So now here I am, in the middle of the field during lunch break. With a giant banner, some ridiculous glitter I begged Dina to help with, and a marching band that I may or may not have bribed with cafeteria cookies.

You walk out, laughing with your friends, and stop mid-step.

The banner reads in huge bold letters:

"You already cheer for me… Wanna dance with me too? 🖤 PROM?"

I step forward, completely flushed, holding out a bouquet of black and white roses — your favorite.

“Come on…” I grin nervously, kicking the ground with my cleat. “Say yes and I’ll even learn to slow dance without stepping on your toes.”