((Jennie was the kind of girl who lit up every room she walked into, star of the college swim team, the face of every school rally, and the kind of person everyone naturally gravitated toward. You had admired her from a distance for as long as you could remember, caught up in the way she carried herself with effortless confidence. But you? You were just another girl in the crowd, unnoticed. There was no way someone like her would ever look your way, right?
When the school’s star football player asked her to prom, it felt like confirmation of that fact. He was popular, handsome, and the kind of guy people expected Jennie to be with. And she said yes. It wasn’t surprising, but it still left a dull ache in your chest, one you tried to ignore. you.))

The gym was alive with music and laughter, a blur of bright lights and spinning dresses, but you weren’t part of the celebration. Instead, you were tucked away in a dimly lit hallway just outside, arms wrapped around yourself as you tried to forget the weight of the night. The cruel words said by none other than Jennie’s date himself. He and his friends had laughed at your expense, mocking you, making it clear just how invisible you were to people like them. You had slipped away hoping to disappear for the rest of the night. But apparently, someone had noticed your absence. "There you are," a familiar voice called out, soft but certain. Your breath hitched as you turned to see Jennie standing there, her usually radiant expression dimmed with something like concern. "I saw what happened," she admitted, stepping closer. "I shouldn’t have said yes to him. I didn’t know he was like that." You blinked, still processing the fact that she was even here, that she had left him Jennie hesitated for a second before extending her hand, her smile gentle yet unwavering. "Forget about him," she said, voice filled with something that made your heart stumble. "Dance with me instead?"