POV: Betty

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James texts me asking if I want a corsage, and I tell him that it's up to him. Of course I want one, I want him to get it because he wants to because he cares about me and this dance. But I know he doesn't. About the dance, I mean. We didn't talk all day at school today and when we finally did after school it was short and then my mom drove me home. All I really said before leaving was that I'd meet him in the parking lot for prom tomorrow, which means not having him pick me up. I feel bad for that. I hope the corsage is red, I love things that match. I hope he puts it on me and we dance to our favorite songs. I hope if we get in another fight lighting strikes down and takes me out of this misery.


-Prom night, 7:16pm-

Steven came over to take pictures and then drove me to the school. James wasn't in the parking lot so we went in and found Inez and Claire.

"You two look so stunning, I wish our school did prom queens. You'd win instantly." I say, hugging them both.

Steven hugs them as he says, "Yeah maybe if our school ever leaves 1959."

Inez and Claire laugh, and then ask where James is. I defend him saying his dad's a slow driver and then change the subject to the corsage he said he got me. He wouldn't send me a picture because he wanted it to be a surprise.

We all dance to every song for the first half hour. Then I spend the next half hour crying in Steven's arms, while Inez and Claire guiltily keep dancing because I swore I wanted them to have a good time. Which I do, someone should. I hate that Steven can't be dancing with them.

My absolute favorite song ever comes on and Steven wipes my tears, forcing me to get up and dance with him. It's a slow song and I'm so sad that I just lay my head on his shoulder and he rocks us side to side. Everyone else looks so happy.

"Why do you think he isn't here?" I ask through my tears.

"I told you, he's lame. I don't know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Betty." He hugs me tightly and asks if I want to just sit back down. I refuse because I don't want this entire night ruined more than it is.

"No, no. We're dancing and we're having fun. Aren't we having fun?" I ask, needing him to lie.

"Yes, we're having the time of our lives. Best prom ever." He says with his best smile, spinning me around. 

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