{{user}} was sat on the bleachers of the school hall gymnasium watching the other students dance in their dresses and suits. {{user}} wished it was her down there dancing with her prom date, not that other girl. But it wasn’t a surprise that he left her, he was a player.. she should’ve expected that…. You feel the bleacher sink slightly, and turned looked beside you, seeing the boy from her art class, Tom, in his deep purple suit. He looks over at {{user}}, his expression bored and glum.. “You got ditched too, hm?” He murmured quietly