Prom Committee

The Tip of the Iceberg

Well three hours have passed and it was finally the end of the school day. I was dreading this with every inch and every thought of my being. It was the time of the day where I had to, believe it or not, work with slacker Beck Johnson. I hated this so damn much. It's so stupid.

It was a minute before the final bell rang for the day. Layla and I were already in our regular spots on the stage floor. And I had a gut feeling that you know who wasn't going to show up.

"How much you want to bet that he isn't going to show up?" I asked Layla.

"Ooo I love bets. I'm willing to say a million dollars," she quipped.

She giggled and I followed suit, but only for a quick second before I went back to reality.

"Lay, you and I both know that you don't have that much money."

"How do you know?" she grinned.

"If you had a million dollars you know that I would have forced you to share half of it with me."

She playfully punched my shoulder, "You're absolutely right."

"Okay prom committee, todays meeting is in session," Sadie stated walking up to the stage.

"Oh woo-hoo," I whispered sarcastically.

"This years prom theme will be...," she dramatically paused as her clones made a drum roll sound on their legs, "a night under the stars."

"Honestly kind of basic, but not a bad theme," Layla whispered.

"Yeah it could be worse."

"Okay that is all that I have to announce for today. You can now get to work on your assigned job," Sadie ordered walking over to her friends.

"She really gets on my nerves," I said.

"Oh my gosh. Do I have to hear you complain about her as much as I have to hear you complain about Beck?" Layla questioned.

I sighed, "No you don't. I'm sorry Lay. But back to my point, where is he? He still isn't here and it has already been like five minutes into the meeting."

"Just give him the benefit of the doubt Miss. Whiny," she stated jumping off the stage.

I rolled my eyes jumping off as well, "I don't know why Mrs. Greene trusted his word, but fine I will."

"Good girl," she quipped patting my head like a dog.

"You're lucky I love you."

"I know," she grinned looking off in the distance, "and I'm fortunate enough because you owe me a million dollars."

"Wait what?" I asked confused looking in her line of sight.

"Wow, I'm gonna be rich."

There Beck was strolling in quite late with his skateboard on his side and a backpack on his shoulders. He looked around the gymnasium for a quick second before he saw us.

"I don't have a million dollars, Miss Greedy. I am honestly shocked," I uttered.

"I know, you'll get away with it, this time," she giggled.

"Is it too late to run?" I asked annoyed.

"Tar you will be fine."

He stopped right in front of us, and sighed, "I'm here."

"And you're kind of late," I snarled walking towards the bleachers.

"Well I'm sorry that I had something to take care of first," he snapped back following me.

"OH, something more important than this?" I retorted sitting on a bench.

"Guys," Layla spoke.

"Literally anything is more important than helping to put a prom together," he taunted me, halting in front of me.

"Guys."

"I don't understand what your problem is. Why is it so hard for you to follow Mrs. Greene's orders?! Huh? I don't remember her saying that you could be late," I stood up furious.

"Oh really, well at least be happy that I am here to do this worthless event. I don't want to be here and honestly I don't understand what YOUR problem is."

"OH you want to know what my problem is, that's an easy answer. YOU. That's my problem," I growled.

He was starting to make my blood boil, and I hated it so much. I was never this argumentative with anyone else, not even Sadie. Beck was surely getting under my skin, and not in the good way.

"What the hell did I do to you?" he asked annoyed.

"Guys! Can we just get along for the sake of this dance?!" Layla demanded stomping over to the bleachers.

I glanced over at her, and rolled my eyes hard. Why can't she just let me argue with him? I am so in the zone right now.

"You almost ran me over in the parking lot the other day," I muttered a little quieter.

"Well maybe you should have watched where you were going. I was majorly in a hurry. So it is not my fault you were directly in my path of skating."

"Oh, that's your reasoning on that problem. What about you never doing your homework? Or the amount of times that you show up late? And what about the latest incident this morning? Do you not remember the fact that you fell asleep in class, once again?" I ranted finally letting it all out.

"Look," he grimaced pointing his finger at me.

I crossed my arms, "Do you even know my name? Or what about her name?"

"We have been in the same class since preschool, duh of course I do. She's Layla and your Terror."

"Tara," I corrected him raising an eyebrow.

"Same thing," he retorted.

"Well if I'm Terror then you must be Brat. I'm sooo glad to be working with you for a couple weeks," I sarcastically spoke all bubbly and cheery.

"Listen, you know nothing about me, okay. I have my reasons for doing things, and I don't need some "goody two shoes wannabe college girl" telling me what I can and can't do with my life. I didn't want to be here, but I went along with it per Mrs. Greene's wishes. And now I don't even know if I can, especially if I am going to be ridiculed all damn afternoon by a girl who barely knows me. So be lucky if I'm even here tomorrow, bye," he fumed storming off out the door.

"Well that went well," Layla mumbled sitting down next to me.

"I'm sorry Lay. I promised you that I would stop complaining about Beck and here I am having a screaming match," I replied rubbing my temples.

"Hey it's okay, we'll fix it tomorrow. And by we I one-hundred percent mean you," she reassured me leaning into my side.