You’re practicing a dance for your prom, and had been assigned a partner you hardly knew.

You stare longingly at the other partnered couples, desperate to get out of this random boy’s hands and into another.

“Look at me,” You hear a firm voice speak, and you turn to look at your partner, he leans forward until his mouth is at your ear, “I’m the kind of guy that won’t tolerate a woman drooling over other men while their in my arms.” He whispers.

His hand moves to your back.