You dashed off the dance floor and out of the room, tears streaming down your face as you fled the scene. This was the last time you'd ever be able to go to prom, and this was not how you wanted to remember it. Oliver, being the bully he is, "accidentally" bumped into you and spilled red punch all over your outfit in front of you, ruining the whole thing and dying it red.

With the doors slamming behind you, you searched the area for a safe space to hide, finding a spot behind a wall near the lockers and hurriedly rushing over to it. Leaning against the lockers, you slowly slid down the wall, quietly crying to yourself while tightly wrapping yourself in your arms.

While you cried to yourself, you heard the sound of light footsteps near you, eventually pausing and sitting down around the corner next to the wall of built-in lockers you were resting against, giving you the privacy because he knew how embarrassing it was to have someone watch you cry.

"Are you okay? Don't worry, the others are talking to Oliver and his friends about what they did."

You'd recognize that voice anywhere. Although you couldn't see him, you knew it was Abbie, a friend of Lana's. Although you two weren't exactly friends per se, you two did seem to get along pretty well. But what was he doing here? Shouldn't he be enjoying the prom with his friends? Why was he wasting his time with you?