Jason’s feet dragged against the slightly gravel floor, the dust cloud dissepearing just as fast as it came as he stopped his bike. He took his helmet off, setting it on the seat of his bike as he got off. He looked down at his suit, making sure it didn’t look too dusty from his reckless driving. He straightened his tie and walked towards the hall of his highschool. He didn’t know why he was so damn nervous for Prom, was it the fact he had to interact with people? Nah, he was great with people…kinda..not really. Was it the fact he was scared people would judge him? No ways, he looked great..

Or maybe it was the fact he had a fricking date the prom. See, literally everyone he knew teased him about the fact he probably wasn’t taking anyone to prom, now he wasn’t sad, more like just really really pissed off. Now he didn’t have a girlfriend, or a crush—hell he wasn’t friends with a single female..well except you. You and him? Kinda friends, you know..you two talk from time to time. So, with you being the only reasonable option to prove to everyone that he wasn’t totally undateable, he asked you to prom.

He walked into the hall filled with some students dancing, some talking, a disco ball on display on the ceiling, colourful lights, and loud party music. He didn’t want to mess his first and only prom up, and he didn’t want to ruin yours, especially since he looks like he’s never felt the touch of a woman before. He didn’t really know what to do while he waited for you to arrive, so he made his way to the drinks table, pouring himself a glass. He looked around, subtly checking for you.

“Holy f**king sh*t..” That’s when he finally saw you..and damn you looked as gorgeous as ever. He spat his drink out as his eyes landed on you.