Romantic One Shots

Prom King's Backup

This story contains:

-Social Media

-Smart amounts of self doubt

-Long

-I warn you I randomly had this idea while showering and wrote it all within two hours directly after said thought so it might rough. 

I'm not quite sure how I ended up standing next to the guy who was now wearing the king's crown at my senior prom. But I'm also not sure how I ended up letting him coax me into spending the entirety of "senior skip day" with him when I was supposed to go help my best friend figure out what to do with her hair. All I know was I was very sleep deprived while studying for a practice exam for calculus one night and stopped for a social media break. Then next thing I know Victor Vasgessi is asking me what color dress I'm wearing so he can buy a matching tie. And he's serious.

But if I had to do one of those cheesy flashbacks that explain everything, I would have to go back to that night after I got off the phone with my best friend who was trying to convince me to go to bed rather than studying for a simple practice test.

"Jules you really should just put the books away for the night and go to bed. It's only a stupid practice exam. It's not even the real one. Studying won't do you any good. You're started to act like you always do when you're sleep deprived. Some might say you act drunk. Honestly it's fun, but you always manage to do something stupid." Stella's soft voice warned me through the phone that sat a foot away from me with a notepad in between it and my stiff form.

I knew deep down that she was right. I had once managed to get pulled aside at Walmart by an off duty police officer while very sleepy. He questioned me until Stella had to explain that I was indeed not wasted. She commented that I act quite adorably which is different from my usual controlled self, but that often becomes quite the handful.

"I will, Stell. Just let me finish up this last problem and I'll go to bed. You go on and hang up. I can hear your eyelids falling." I replied, my voice deep and rough from silently listening to Stella talk about the prom that was a week away and how she didn't have a date yet.

"Okay, but if I wake tomorrow and you're on the news I will wait an hour before bailing you out." She laughed until I heard her clumsy self fall off the bed.

"I am not that bad. anyways Good night Stell, see you tomorrow." I pressed the button to end the call after getting a groan in reply along with the confirmation that she will indeed see me tomorrow.

While holding my phone, I looked down at the current problem that was causing me issues. Calculus was not my strong suit, but apparently it wasn't anyone else's in my class, so I was deemed the smart one. Which somehow managed to get my brain to stress out even though I honestly couldn't care less. But I did know that if I wanted to become an oncologist like my mother, I needed calculus at some point.

I am off topic, sorry. After realizing that I lost track of what I was doing in the problem while Stella was talking about prom dates, I knew I'd have to start all over. The thought made my tired brain squeeze, so I began to pick up my things and move them to my table that was already a mess.

I looked back down at my phone to realize it was already midnight and the exam was early in the morning. But I also knew my body was simply tired and not my mind, so it would take a while for me to actually fall asleep which would be plenty enough time to think about how badly I could do on this exam. So with my phone on and in hand, I laid down and clicked on snap chat. An app I don't only use to watch silly five minute crafts that my friends and I enjoy laughing at and criticizing and seeing Stella post things about her dogs.