"Y/Nnie... I am so sorry, I am late. I got stuck in work so bad......... a big issue happened here at the company...... do something, you go to prom alone..... I am so sorry....." says Yuta as I hear my heart break. Its not his fault though, but I should have seen it coming. "Y/N???" Yuta asks again as I remember I forgot to answer to him on the phone. "Yes. Dont worry Yuta. I can go on my own. I will be fine." I fake an ok voice.
I feel all the eyes on me as I finally show up in clothes that clearly shows so many of my tattoos. So many people trynna figure out my tattoos, so many people judging me, so many people talking bad about me, as I walk towards Ten, Sana and Taeyong. Taeyong and Sana decided to come to prom together, and Ten brought his new girlfriend. They all looked stunning I wouldnt lie. "Where is Yuta..... " Sana finally breaks the awkward silence. "He ..... got stuck at work" I answer with a smile. She could easily figure out I was faking the smile. They all could. "Came alone Y/N?" Suzy suddenly shows up behind me with a mocking tone. I dont reply to her. I dont bother to. Because mocking or not, she was right. My phone suddenly rings, it was Yuta again.
I walk outside the school as asked by Yuta. He shows up in his shiny black car, to my surprise. "I thought you got stuck at work......" I nervously asked him. "I just got off...... and I felt the worst to ditch you so I showed up either ways." He tells me in an apologetic tone, with his huge eyes peircing through me. I then realised how good he looked. I mean........ he always looks good......... but today he just looked..... significantly good.....
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Everyone stared again as I walked in with Yuta in my arms. Someone like Yuta should be in the covers of a magazine, not on the arms of a girl like me. "Brought your sugar daddy to prom Y/N?" Suzy spat at me, like she always spits her words at me. But this time she made Yuta give her a sarcastic chuckle. And that made me laugh at her face. I didnt reply as usual. But the laugh caught her off gaurd. It felt like a luxury to see her face like that. Confused. Angry. Annoyed.
