You're Six!

It was prom in a couple hours (it was the end of the day at school), and you didn't have anyone to go with yet. Sure, Seven asked you, but they're a bit of a loser, referring to their jokes that normally fall flat. You needed a good algebralien, like Ten or something.

While you were shoving books back in your locker, Nine comes up to you. You look up and raise an eyebrow. Nine was leaning against the locker beside you, biting their lip.

"What."

You say, a bit pissed off.

"Are you going with anyone to prom, bro?"

They ask, as if it wasn't obvious. Nine continued to look down at year with their sunglasses raised on their head.