Part 5

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God save the prom queen

Teenage daydream

Just another dressed up heartbreak

God save the prom queen

Only 18

Turned her tears to diamonds in her crown

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About an hour and a half goes by with many couples and friends dancing along to music together, and it was time for the announcer to say who had won prom king and queen. Everyone gathered in the center of the venue in hopes that it would be them, but much to everyone's surprise...

"The prom king and queen of Brittlebush Academy this year are..." A drumroll is played from the speakers, making the wait longer, "...Anson Jesper and Anita Bellamy!"

Everyone in the room's jaw drops. Out of everyone in the entire school, Anson and Anita got it? Wasn't this based on a voting basis? How did they manage that? Who rigged the vote?

Anson looked at Anita, who was just as shocked as everyone else. He had a rather smug look on his face.

"What did you—... How did you—?" She stuttered.

"I may have pulled a few strings," he whispers back to her, winking.

Anita blinked at him, "What?! How?!"

"It doesn't matter how," he responds, "come on, Anita, be a good sport and dance with me," he pleads. Though, everyone else was awaiting this, too. He grabs Anita's hand gently, pulling her into the middle of the circle that the rest of the class made somehow.

The song begins to play, and they set themselves up into a slow-dancing position, with Anita's hands on Anson's shoulders and Anson's hands on Anita's hips. They sway back and forth to the rhythm of the song, in sync with one another.

Everyone around them noticed how in-sync they were with each other, the way Anita looked at him softly, every little thing that they did. They truly believe that the two are made for each other. But did they think the same?

Anita did for years prior to this moment. Everything felt blissful right now. Everything seemed a-okay.

The end of the night came around, and right as they were getting ready to leave, Odessa stops Anson.

"Anson, I want to thank you," she starts, looking up at him.

"For what?" He hesitates, letting Anita go ahead of them so they could talk.

"Anita's been struggling a lot these past few months. I'm sure she's told you her story, right?"

"...Of course she has. I knew of her struggles. Where exactly are you going with this?"

"The main reason she's stayed alive this whole time is because of you. Her fascination with you. In hopes that one day... You would notice her. That maybe at the most, you would be friends. But here you guys are, just one step closer to dating and being an official couple, making her the happiest girl ever," she pauses, sighing, "So... basically... I want to thank you for saving her life."

Anson blinks at her, "...I had no idea." He looks down at her, offering a hug to her.
Odessa declines it for the sake of her friend's sanity. "I hope you realize now how special you are to her, and I hope that she's just as special to you as you are to her... And me, too."

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