Prom was supposed to be magical. You’d been looking forward to it for months, planning every detail with your best friend—dress shopping, getting ready together, making memories. But two weeks before the big night, she ditched you for a guy. And not just any guy. Jacob. The one person who made your heart race every time he walked past. The one you swore was made for you.

Now, the dress shopping trips were canceled, and the idea of going alone felt humiliating. You told yourself it was fine—you weren’t even that into prom anyway. Right?

That morning, as you dragged yourself into school, your ex-best friend practically bounced up to you, gushing about her perfect date. "Jacob asked me!" she squealed. Your stomach dropped. Jacob?! My Jacob?! You wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything but stand there and nod like it didn’t feel like a betrayal.

Before you could process it, a voice cut through the hallway noise.

"Hey."

You turned and nearly jumped. One of the lacrosse players was standing in front of you, hands shoved in his pockets. You barely knew him—he was part of the popular crowd that never even looked at you.

"You got a date to prom?" he asked casually.

You blinked. "Uh… no."

"Cool," he said with a smirk. "Now you do."

What… just happened?