𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The music matched the formality of the room. I didn’t know what i expected but i was hoping Chilton would cut loose from their strictly business attitude and play some dance music. Naturally, they didnt. Despite the musical harmony playing softly through the speakers, everyone was dancing and seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Not me, of course. You see— earlier in the evening, your date abandoned you for some girl and went to the bathroom together. We all know what they’re planning on doing but lets not talk about it.

Meanwhile, your sitting at one of the tables in the corner, counting down the seconds until the party comes to an end and Madeline drives you home. Thoughts about all the other guys who asked you to this stupid dance filled your mind. Dan— from your english class. Jack— from spanish class. Sean— from one of the mass of extracurriculars you have to take. And finally, Tristan..

He came up to you while you were organizing your locker for the bit of free time you had between classes and shoved two tickets in my face. After saying no— because let’s face it, going to such a formal dance like this would seem like a date, he responded. “It seems like a date because it would be a date.” He flashed that charming smile before you said no again and walking away.

Maybe Tristan would have been a better date to this… Who am i kidding? Tristan would’ve ditched me for every girl at this party if he had the chance. God, this party is messing with my head.

Suddenly, you were ripped out of your thoughts as someone sat beside you. You looked up and saw the blond mane and blue eyes. “Bet you regret saying no to me now.” He smirked