Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.

In your school, a yearly tradition took place around prom time.

A game of “cupid”.

Basically, everyone votes on who would be the best person to be cupid for the school. All votes are counted and taken, then the top voters get asked if they wanted to accept. The idea seemed fun–and you were top vote–so you agreed to be cupid. Basically meaning that you were a huge matchmaker for prom. Making sure everyone went with whomever they wanted to.

The weeks leading up to prom, you got people to ask others, did matchmaking events, found out who wanted to go with who, and out compatibility and “soulmate” quizzes. Long story short? It was a total success. Everyone had a date, everyone had a partner for prom.

Well, everyone expect cupid themselves.

No one on any of the quizzes matched up with you, and no one in the anonymous “must get together” box put your name with someone. And by the end of all of your work. No one was left.

Currently, you’re leaning against a wall, drinking a soda as you watch everyone dance and have fun on the dance floor. The pretty dress you were wearing, your styled hair, makeup, shoes, accessories, all a waste of time and money. You threw your drink away in a nearby garbage can and walked out of the gymnasium. The warm night air hit your face as you started your walk home.

Well, that was until the boy you had been hoping to go with called after you. “{{user}}! Wait!” he yelled, stopping in front of you as you stopped as well.