"Q-Tip! Q-Tip!" I closed my locker and tilted my head. "Look!" He handed me a flyer. I took it carefully and turned it around.
Hello Students! Welcome to this school's very first prom! We're very excited to start so Prom will be on February 17th! The hours will be 6PM to 9PM on Friday. Grade 7 and up.
Please wear a dress if you're a female and a suit if you're a male.
Prom will include: Dancing, Music, Smoke, Colorful lights, Drinks and Snacks.
The school is not responsible for any seizers or medical issues you may experience while you're here.
Thank you for listening! See you soon students!
-The Staff Team
I handed it back to Tony, who was rather excited. "Prom?" "Yeah!" "What's prom?" "Oh it's um-" He put the flyer in his locker while trying to explain. "It's like.. romantic." "Romantic?" "Mhm!" He shut his locker and started to walk to class. "It's where well- for us males we ask a female out that we really like and if they say yes you like- dance together and stuff." "Oooh.. have you been asked out?" "I most likely will be. However I really want to go with Sarah." "Sarah?" "Yeah. She seems like a sweet girl. What about you?" "U-um.. I don't really know.. I don't think anyone likes me.." "Aw." He pat me on the shoulder. "Someone will. You're a sweet guy. Girls dig that." He walked into the classroom and sat down.
I sat down and started to think hard about this so called Prom. If someone did ask me out.. what would I do? What would I say? What would I even do when I got there? I don't know how to dance..
"Q-Tip?" I looked up from my desk and looked over at Tony. "You alright?" "Oh- yeah.. sorry." "Alright." He went back to working. I put my head back down and started to do my math problems again. Maybe Stacy? No- nonono Beck just- don't worry about it..
"Quentin are you sure you're alright?" "Well.." I looked at the clock and back at Tony. "Can I tell you at home..?" "Of course. We only have 2 pages left to do anyways." "Yeah.." Tony punched my shoulder and went on with his work. "Oh shoot." I looked up from my paper. "I forgot I have detention.." "What? Again?" "Yeeeeaaah.. I got into a fight.. but don't worry! I'll try to be quick, promise!" "What do you do there?" "Clean since I finished all my work already.. I guess I deserve it." "Nooo.." I punched him back. "You don't deserve it.." "I got in a fight Quentin." "I'm uh- sure they deserved it?" He rolled his eyes with a chuckle and went back to work.
I decided to wait for Tony on school property. Of course I couldn't risk seeing Tiffany so I waited in my locker until the school was empty except for staff and the students in detention. The coast was clear so now I'm sitting on the curb messing with some flowers. Tearing the petals off one by one. Watching them flow in the wind was really satisfying.
"Q-Tip!" I heard from the distance. I turned around to see Tony running towards me. "I finished! I finished detention!" He stopped to catch his breath and then it hit him. "Wait why are you here? I thought you went home?" I shook my head. "No, I wanted to wait." "Really?" "Yeah." He scratched the top of his head before walking in the direction of the HQ.
We took the elevator up to his room. Tony threw his bag on the bed and fell backwards on it, sighing by how comfy it is. I set mine on a chair before sitting on the floor. "So what did you want to tell me?" "Oh.." Tony sat up and gave me his full attention. "I'm just nervous about the dance is all.." "Why?" "I dunno.. I just.. I don't think anyone likes me.." "Awww.. Quentin.." He got off his bed and sat next to me.
"Don't beat yourself up about it." "Don't I need a girl to get into prom..?" "Well... Well no.. but going to a prom alone is.. kind of sad." I frowned. "Yeah.. exactly.." "Aw Beck, I'm sure someone will ask you." "Really?" "Yeah- I mean.. Like I said earlier.. You're a really sweet guy and girls dig that." "They do?" "Mhm, and hey, if nobody asks you (which I highly doubt they won't) you can always ask someone." "I can?" "Mhm! Is there anyone you've been crushing on?" "U-um.." Tony was staring at me with a hint of excitement in his eyes, eager to hear my answer. The truth is I really didn't know so I said someone random. "A..Angie?" "Angie?" "Y-...yeah?" "From my experience she's really sweet!" "Okay.." He smiled which earned a smile back from me. He ruffled my hair and gently said.
"Someone will ask you. I'm sure of it."
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Biography | Quentin Beck
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING ATTEMPTED SA, ABUSE, AND TORTURE -~- Quentin Beck had a rough childhood, his dad talked more to his dead mom than him and when he did acknowledge the poor son it was only to bully him, which Beck already dealt with at school. Things...
