Never Shout Never!

Prom Misses Part Two

[AUTHORS NOTE AT THE BOTTOM :D ]

My dress was ruined. My night was ruined. Everything was ruined. I nervously fidgeted around in my chair, growing anxious by each second.

"Can I go home now?" The detective looked at me, shaking his head. The room was quiet and it really smelled. The only thing in the room were two chairs and a freaking table. I want to go home, now, someone needs to get me out of this musty smelling interrogation room. I looked up at the clock, which was reading 1:01 AM. My red shoes were covered in dry dirt, and my once curly hair was now a mess.

"Sorry. But not yet. Now. Just start from the beginning of what happened."

"Nothing happened! I didn't do anything. Just please, let me go."

"Nicholas. In order for you to go home, you have to first work with me here. Now, what happened?" I sighed, dropping my hands to the table.

*~ Five hours earlier~*

"Are we done yet?" I was tired of cameras already. Her Mom took the millionth picture, smiling at us.

"Okay. I'm done now. You guys ready to go?"

"Yep." I grabbed my coat, running behind Chaz, who was with Nolan. Nolan opened the passenger door for her, and I sat in the back. I hate being the third wheel. So much. The radio was quietly playing Maroon 5 and I checked my phone, reading all the messages and calls I missed. One of them was from Christofer. It was a voice-mail. My heart stopped and my hands got all clammy. Oh man. I slowly put it up to my ear and clicked play.

"Hey um, Nicholas. I guess you're probably wondering why I called you, it's just that um, uh, well... I-I miss you. I just don't see why you ended it though. Like really, I miss having my best friend around. I'm not going to the dance tomorrow, so don't try to look for me. In fact, I um, was going to New York tomorrow night to go for this casting call. Can you believe it? This guy called me up and said he was a record producer and loved my video that I posted. But of course, I can't do it all alone. What I'm trying to say is; Nick, do you want to go with me? You don't have to, it's just that I, uh, I don't know. Look, if you really do want to come, just call me back and tell me. Yeahhh, okay? Umm, bye."

I hung up the phone and sank back into my seat. He was going to New York. New York without me. If my parents would have never taken my phone away, I swear I would've called him back and went. He missed me. He actually missed me. I smiled to myself and thought. I just thought that he thought he was better off without me. I mean, he was really good at the silent game. Better than I was. I put it back in my clutch, just as we pulled up in front of the school.

I eagerly got out the car and attempted to run with my heels on. I was pretty good at it if I may add. I went inside, and my eyes went wide. The committee really did a good job on it. The theme was underwater, and there was blue strobe lights everywhere, and a whole bunch of seafood. I feel bad for those who couldn't come to the dance because they're allergic. LOL at them! Okay. I'm done being mean now. I spotted Vinny in the far corner, and immediately, I wanted to hide. But I was not quick enough, since he saw me in the far corner.

"Hey Nick. I thought you weren't coming?"

"I snuck out. Long story." By now, Chaz already caught up to me, standing beside Nolan. To be a third wheel, or to hand out with Vin?

"Where are you sitting? I'll sit with you." At first, his eyes were in disbelief, before he smiled.

"Over here. Come on. By the way, you look pretty tonight." This should be a long night. I sat down at the table, and Chaz and Nolan were sitting at the table next to us. Diamonds by Rihanna was blasting from the speakers and I took my phone out to occupy myself. I can't believe I'm going to miss Christofer. I expected he would come to the dance being that Nolan and all of us were here. I stood up and went into the hallways, trying to find the bathroom. Well, I wasn't exactly trying to find it, but you know what I mean. I heard faint crying in one of the stalls, and I went inside, trying to figure out who it was. It was Claire. And boy, it was awkward.