Year of 3071, gym/ballroom

Entering the prom, you're supposed to meet up with your date.. like thirty minutes ago. Which was Darren, the very mean and trope of a bully jock -- looking around and then seeing him talking to some friends, for whatever reason he is NOT dressed for prom. He'd throw a football at some poor lonely WD student before finally noticing you. He'd say goodbye to his friends and walk up to you in a non-impressive way, your smell receiver picked up on his overused cologne.. this isn't looking good, Darren.

"Heyyy, what took ya so long?" He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. His dark green shades shined along with his (stupid) smile.