Breaking Boundaries (unordinary love story)

Chapter 43: Prom

One of the things about being a junior was prom. Everyone expects you to go. If you don't, that means no one wants to go with you. Some people went without a date, though, but most people who went still had one.

My mind had been rolling for a whole week about whether Rick would ask me or not. Probably. But when? I waited and waited. I brainstormed in my head how I would answer. Eventually, he did ask me. And I agreed. And he was like, "OK. Dope."

Prom was also how I found out that Ethan and Jared were interested in me. They asked me, but I had to turn them down, of course. Those guys were not good enough. But even if they were, I still had Rick who asked me, and I'd obviously be going with my boyfriend. Later on I found out that I was Jared's back-up back-up choice. He'd gotten rejected by Merryll and Florence first, then came to find me. Like I wanted to be someone's third choice. Eventually he found Jeslyn, a mediocre dork, to go with, since no one wanted her.

I picked out a dress for prom at the mall with my besties. I got a navy-colored gown with fringes on the bottom and a long ribbon around the waist. Kendall got a tight red-colored dress that hung over her knees and left her shoulders bare. Sandy got a lavender dress, with thin straps over her shoulders and sparkles on the wavy skirt made of sheer, netted material.

I could say we all looked gorgeous. We admired ourselves in the mirror in our dresses.

I was actually excited to go to prom, because I was ready for it.

The bulletin board in the hallway displayed the words boldly on a poster, practically screaming it:

JUNIOR-SENIOR PROM!

APRIL 29 - 30, 2011, FROM 7:00 PM TO 2:00 AM.

JUNIORS AND SENIORS, BE THERE FOR THE NIGHT OF A BLAST!

WILL BE HELD ON A FERRY TO CANADA

PROM QUEEN AND PROM KING WILL BE ANNOUNCED THERE.

"I cannot wait," said Kendall, eyeing the paper on the bulletin board.

"I second that," I said.

"I can, because I agreed to go with Daniel Wilks despite how he was to me," said Sandy. "I just saw him as the best choice."

"He doesn't deserve you or any other girl," said Kendall. "But if no better guy asked you I can see why you got stuck with him."

"I'm trying to work it out with him," said Sandy. "He has the last straw. If he blows it with me again, we'd be done forever."

"Shouldn't you already?" said Kendall.

"I would be if he hadn't begged to fix things with me."

"Beggars can't be choosers," said Kendall. "No girl would pounce on him if he wasn't so cute and smart and in a band."

"Enough dissing Daniel," I said. "It'll be a blast either way."

On April 29, I brought my prom dress to school in a box, folded neatly and carefully, because the people attending would be going to school in the evening anyway to board the ferry. I was planning to just change at school, then attend prom. I kept my dress tucked away in my locker, safe and sound for the day.

That day I ate dinner early and then went up to my room to my makeup drawer and decided to just apply some mascara. I coated the base of my upper eyelashes with the wand, then blinked a few times at the mirror. There. Perfect. Nice and dark. Nothing else was needed.

At school I found Kendall and Sandy in the student union, and we began walking toward the buildings.

Kendall was already in her dress, her hair french-braided. "Do I look pretty in my dress?"