Dean didn’t get to experience a lot of normal high school things, one thing he did have the opportunity to partake in was prom. He thought the whole thing was cheesy as hell, promposals, teenagers in love thinking it’ll last even after they part ways for university. It was all bullshit.

Yet, he still wanted to go. What the hell? He thought. Maybe someone would spike the punch and make it a real party. Plus, the chick of the week he’s seeing would probably be down for some romantic boyfriend-esque behavior from the very non-fuzzy romantic Dean.

But then his chick of the week dumped his ass a few days before prom. Dean was talking to you outside the school premises, taking a drag from a cigarette with an irritated glower at the world.

“Can you believe she dumped me? So what I didn’t make a sign?” He says the silvery fumes slip between his lips as he speaks, “fuckin…ridiculous.”

He looks over at you as he taps ash off the smoke, “I don’t wanna bail, but…isn’t the whole premise of prom havin’ a date?” He says and shrugs his shoulders, adjusting his leather jacket.

“Not like m’gonna find a date three days before prom.” He scoffs and takes a long irate inhale of smoke.