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One-Shot: Senior Prom

The sound of music spilled outside the crowded front doors as you sat on the edge of the high school's water fountain. It was a cool night, and the chill nipped at your bare shoulders and legs. You were getting impatient with your prom date, wondering why he hadn't shown up yet. The thought had crossed your mind that maybe he had ghosted you and went with someone else, but you didn't want to think ill of him. Sure, he was a popular quarterback for the football team, but he didn't seem like the type to up and leave you like that. An irritated groan left you before a fancy black car pulled up.

A familiar someone dressed in a nice suite and tie stepped out. "Mom, I'll be fine. Just get out of here. You're making me look stupid." He thought nobody would hear him, but you certainly could.

You crossed your arms as he made his way towards you. "It's about time you showed up, Jonathan. You're lucky I didn't start without you." Your stare burned through him.

"Hey, relax. My mom wouldn't let me leave without taking a million pictures, so don't blame me." His cocky arrogance was showing. "Let's head inside and have some fun, okay?"

His attitude was always bad, though his ego was even worse. He wasn't the first choice you would have picked, but given the fact that you were pretty popular, you didn't want to disappoint him when he had asked you out. It would have made you look bad, denying the only jock that almost all of the women in the entire school swooned over. You couldn't see what everyone else saw in him. He was beyond basic in your book, and you couldn't stand anyone who would refuse to tip a waitress because "it's her duty to clean up after you." Nothing about him screamed that he was a green flag. Though, there was nothing you could change about it now. You reluctantly said yes, and now you were stuck with this guy for the next three hours.

Walking inside with your hand in his, you gave a few waves to the friends and acquaintances you knew. The music was blasting, and the fog machine made the air thicker than it already was. It was a nostalgic feeling that you usually always looked forward to, but a part of you was saddened that your last dance night wasn't as special as it had been in the past. Now everything was always for show. The other popular girls fighting for prom queen, the drunk ones that would eventually take someone else's man, and the ones that only went with their annoying mean-girl groups. You didn't really care about your image. Becoming popular actually came as a shock to you when you joined the cheerleading team. You did it for the fun of the sport, but the dreaded fame sort of came along with it unexpectedly.

"You go ahead and grab yourself something to eat while I go get us some punch. I'll meet you at whatever table you pick, alright?" His domener suddenly became somewhat polite.

You nodded and started making your way to the huge aray of assorted snacks and food. Grabbing a couple of plates, you went to reach for a slice of pizza before your hand grazed someone else's. You quickly noticed they had six fingers but didn't say anything about it. You looked up and saw a different form of popularity. The one everyone called a weirdo and a total freak. You hadn't formerly met him before.

"Oh, sorry." He nervously backed away, his eyes staring awkwardly towards the floor. "You can go first."

You smiled gently. "Thank you." After grabbing what you wanted, your curiosity peeked a little. "I don't think I've met you before, but I've seen you around quite a bit." You stepped aside so he could fill his plate.

"Stanford." He leaned down and grabbed a couple of slices. "M-My names is Stanford." His studder was adorable.

Looking at him up and down, you wondered why everyone gave him such a bad reputation. He was especially good-looking and wore a very nice light blue suite. However, his whole demener was awkward and unsure.