"I can't do this anymore, I need an answer now." -His worst mistake. Lydia had been playing this game for a month. This game? It's called love. They had been best friends for the past 2 years, and this is the story of what would end them.
It was October 1, one day before the High School dance, and Trevor, Tiffany, Chloe, and Heather were, as usual, stressing over who to dance with, and what to say if asked. Tiffany had a crush, a very secret one, whose code name was "Mr. Crabs". Where as best friends, Heather and Chloe, had a crush on the same guy, Miguel. Where as Trevor, didn't have any interest in anyone in the school. Lydia, Ella, and Carrie had crushes of their own, which to this day, no one knows. The Dance was on Friday, and that morning, all the teenagers filled the halls with their over-done outfits and awful flirting. Every hour went by like days, and those days turned into years. Until finally, a chance of hope rang through the school, through their ears, through their hearts. The bell. They were free to leave, put on their dresses, suits, makeup, and wait for the time of the dance to come.
