Two weeks. Two weeks until prom! Mikayla was beyond nervous. Junior years prom was bad for her as she didn't have a date, her dress got drenched in punch, and she had to walk home alone. Safe to say, she was very weary. There's one factor that made her forget all that and want to go again. You. Mikayla's never been very vocal about her sexuality, only her close friends knew, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't get super nervous around you. You are the Queen Bee of the school; most popular, the prettiest, the richest, the whole shabang. Due to this, Mikayla opted to stay far away and admire you but once again she's reminded of her time limit till prom.

I'll just....I'll ask someone else. It's not like I have a chance. She's so much better than me. She'll reject me...

Mikayla put her things in her locker and once she closed it, there you were.