13. Prom!

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13. Not My Prom

Dylan P.O.V

Saturday night is Prom night. I bought the tickets Monday which means Julie and Gene was coming. Julie told me about her crush on me so it will be a little awkward when they come.

I've been avoiding her for the past three days and it doesn't feel good. She was my best friend. Knowing her feeling makes me uncomfortable but when I didn't know I was comfortable I'm confused I was kinda a mess.

Looking at myself in the mirror in my tux I wasn't happy about the night or the rest of school days. Luckily for me there was two weeks left and I was done. I was gonna be flown to New York for a month. I'll get to focus on my art and reading.

Shoot I forgot to tell Skylar. I'll tell her tonight and maybe she won't be so mad. I checked the time and it was six thirty. People were gonna arrive soon.

I went downstairs and grabbed Skylars black corsage out of the fridge. I walked outside and sat on a bench. I saw two people in the distance it was probably Gene and Julie. I stood up and walked over to them, it was them.

Gene looked like me but Julie was wearing a red dress with cut at the knees and jewels on the top.

"Hey

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"Hey." She waved her hand and stared at the ground trying not to look at me.

"You look great. Let's sit ok." I led them to the bench and they asked me about stuff and my day. Julie wasn't talking very much but Gene was being quite chatty.

After twenty minuets of talking I noticed Skylar shimming up my drive way in a small tight dress with diamonds all over. I swear I saw it at Walmart.

She came up and her wide smile turned into a grin when she saw Julie

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She came up and her wide smile turned into a grin when she saw Julie. She pulled me up from my sitting area and held my hand.

"Oh Dylan baby. Hey how are you! I missed you." She kissed me on the cheek but none of the lipstick got on me.

"We should get going." I chuckled nervously.

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