YOUR POV
I strut through school. I pass by people as my brother walks along side me. Everyone stops and stares at our leather jackets and my gum snaps. I may not be a cheerleader, and I hate all things pink, but I am the most popular girl in school, my brother being the most popular guy.
"You going to prom?" Dalton asks me.
"Yeah. Of course! What about you? Taking your girlfriend?" I ask and he smiles.
"Maybe. What about you? Who are you going with?" he asks and the whole school goes silent.
"You'll find out tonight," I say and I hear people groan in frustration. I smirk to myself and keep walking forward. At least they believed it. No one asked me.
"Hey nerd! How's it going? Oh, wait, I don't care," I say, ruffling the school dork, Will's, hair.
"Sorry we won't see you at prom, except I'm really not," Dalton adds.
"I'm going to prom," he mumbles. I grab his shoulders and shove him against his locker. I sneer at him, and once the frightened look on his face satisfies me, I let go of his shirt and lighten my expression.
"Sorry. Forgot the mathletes were going as a group because the chess club girls said no." I roll my eyes as I walk away with Dalton following suit.
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I curl my hair and pull the front back into a small bun, then pin it with a rose clip. I put on some silver eyeshadow with black mascara and winged eyeliner and apply blush a little darker than my skin tone to make me stand out, then add bright red lipstick. I paint my nails a deep red to match my dress. After it dries, I add a few silver accents. After applying top coat, I slip on my dress and put on my jewelry, then my heels, then tie my mask around my eyes.
"You coming, Y/N?"
"Dalton! Get out of here! You have to go get your girlfriend!"
"I thought I was taking you with?" he says, sounding slightly disappointed.
"I don't want you to see me before prom. I'll see you there." After hearing the door shut, I hop into my car and drive to school. I touch up my lipstick in my rear view, then walk inside.
"Who is she?"
"Who's her date?"
"Is she here alone?" I hear many people whispering.
"For this dance, you will be dancing with someone other than your date," the principle says over the mic and I scan the room for Dalton. He said he would dance with me.
"May I have this dance?" I hear someone ask. My head turns to a handsome gentleman with black hair and a white mask that perfectly compromises it.
"Yes, you may," I say as I take his outstretched hand.
"Who did you come with?" he asks as we start dancing.
"I didn't come with anyone. What about you? Who's the lucky girl?" I ask and he shakes his head as he smiles at me.
"I didn't bring anyone, either," he says and my eyes widen. How could no one have come with him?
"You are a very beautiful dancer," he compliments and I smile.
"Thank you. You are very good, as well."
He spins me and everyone makes room for us as we dance in the middle of the gym with the spotlight right on us. Everyone watches him dip me down just as the song finishes. He eases me back up and grabs my hand.
