Starts with a Dance

1 | The promposal

POV Hailey

Is love just an illusion, or could it happen to an average girl like me? How can one tell the difference when you can't see it or know how it feels? I've always wondered why I still believe in love when I read books or watch TV, however, once reality sets in, I don't believe in love.

Prom is in about a month—but sadly, no one has asked me to go with them yet. I've started to wonder if there might be something wrong with me since it seems that no one is willing to go with me to prom. It feels as though the school hallways are trying to mess with me. Everywhere I look there's either a prom-posal or a prom-related poster. I'm guessing they have never experienced not being asked.

Throughout this morning I see Ashley walking towards me all happy and bubbly as always. I consider myself to have a very bubbly personality for everyone to see, but in reality, I use it as a mask. I do this to make sure no one can see beyond it; all for protecting my parent's image. There was one person, however, who saw past this overbearing facade, and that was Ash. She's a beautiful brunette with long hair, and it touches just the top of her stomach. She has brown eyes that everyone loves, a heart-shaped face, and bow-shaped lips. Every guy that got close to me, which is a couple more than I'd like to admit, only got close to me to find a way to date her.

As I approached her in the hall, she is wearing a pair of dark blue high-rise skinny jeans with a white peplum crop top, a boho ruffles sleeveless V-neck tie smock, and a pair of Chuck Taylor All-Star Classics. She's very stylish and we have the same kind of style. Since we also happen to be the same size, most of her outfits come from my closet while mine come from hers in return. I mean, good clothes should never go to waste, right?

"Hey," Ash says. I can tell she's in a good mood. She's grinning from ear to ear and her eyes are brighter than normal.

"Hey," I say, trying to match her energy but failing miserably as you can tell by her response. Before I can ask her what's got her in such a good mood.m, she asks me, "What's with the sad face Fuzzy Wuzzy?" with concern written all over her face.

I say, intentionally pouting my lips, "No one has asked me to prom yet," with a frown on my face.

"I have an idea," Ash says excitedly. "Let's go stag. How does that sound?"

"Really?" I say smiling, "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course, I would. You're my bestie, I could never let you go on your own," she says while taking me into her arms to hug me. "Plus I'd rather go to prom with you as my date instead of one of these idiots at school." We laugh it off, as we walk to class. Just before entering, I say "You are the best Tater Tot, and I don't know what I'd do without you." Okay, yes, we have cute and weird nicknames for each other, but I promise it has a good story behind them. I love the names, and it's as if I and Ash have a secret that no one will be able to figure out.

A few periods have passed and it's finally time for lunch. I swear if I have to hear another physics equation I might just die of boredom. Ha, wouldn't that be something? Dying of boredom from a physics problem. Anyways, after meeting up with Ash we start heading towards the cafeteria, then out of nowhere one of our favorite songs, "Personal" by HRVY, starts playing. This can only mean one thing: another prom-posal, which causes Ashley to squeal. I, however,  don't bother showing any emotion because I know it's not for me. "Calm down Ash, it's not even for us," I say trying to laugh off my sadness. However, it's almost as if she knows something that I don't from the look on her face. "I wonder who it could be for," she says with excitement in her tone.

Then from behind me, I hear a familiar voice call my name. "Hailey," the voice says, and I immediately know it's Matt. I turn to see him holding a baseball that says "Will you bat one last dance with me as we make a home run at prom together?"