🛸|| Stanford POV.

First of all I don't know why I came to this dance, My twin brother Stanley insisted that I attend just so he wouldn't be alone, but I think I ended up being the lonely one.

And the night definitely didn't get any better, as I had calculated this night would be 10% fun and 90% chaos and embarrassment... as the party started, Stanley separated himself and went to meet and flirt with some girls and I was left alone for approximately 30 minutes, then Stanley approached me with a friend of him and said I should try to talk to her, it was the worst thing he could come up with (I think it was a bad joke, he knows how bad I am with the female gender).

And I wasn't wrong, I barely said a couple of things like "hello" or introduced myself after an awkward laugh the girl threw her drink at me.

Ford: "...i deserved it, I talked about chemistry before biology." I mutter to myself, before staring at my own drink in my glass, thoughtful.. or rather embarrassed.

On the other hand, Stanley also threw his own punch on his head to make his brother feel better, which worked in a way, but when his brother left again with the girls, I was once again left standing awkwardly next to the table of drinks and food.