Prom ; MGC

Tuesday

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I'd just arrived at school. I went to my locker to get my books for the day, and as I was sorting through my books, my locker was slammed shut in front of me.

Dinah.

"Good morning, miss Williams." I smiled sarcastically at her, opening my locker again. "I know that you don't have a date for prom, and I know you've asked out just about every single girl on the damn planet. I know I'm your last choice. I just came to let you know that there is no way in hell that I'm going to that stupid prom, especially not with you."

"I wouldn't have considered you my 'last choice', I just kind of forgot. I asked my last choice before you, if I remembered you I would've tried before." I shrugged. "I don't care about anything you just said." She said bluntly, and turned to walk away.

"Wear something pretty on Friday!" I called. "Shove a pencil up your ass!" She said back.

I headed to my first class: Maths. I sat down at my desk, and sighed a little.

Right, my subconscious said, how do I get this stubborn girl to give up? Flowers? No. Chocolate? No... Maybe. What does she like? Music. Band shirts...?

I had a free period next, and so I ventured out into the town. I bought an iTunes voucher, an All Time Low shirt and some Reese's peanut butter cups. If I was her, that would win me over. I couldn't believe how much effort I was putting in to get this girl; I never had to work to get with a girl.

I got back to school and put the gifts in my locker, ready for Lunch when I'd give them to Dinah. Then, I went off to my lessons, thinking of other ways to get her to go to prom with me in case the gifts didn't work. I had a pretty good feeling about the things I'd gotten her, though.

Turns out, I was wrong to think the gifts were a good idea. I arrived at Dinah's locker at the start of lunch with the bag of stuff. As soon as her eyes landed on me, she sighed.

"Clifford, what a delight." She muttered sarcastically. "I like this last name thing we have going on, it's cute." I smirked a little, leaning against the locker next to hers. "I am not going to prom with you." She said, extenuating each word. "Mhm," I shrugged off her words, and gave the bag to her.

"You decided to treat yourself, how nice. I don't think that shirt will fit you, though." She said, pushing the bag back to me. "It's for you." I said, pushing it back. "You can't buy me into going to prom with you, Michael. I thought I told you to give up." She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "And I thought I told you I wasn't going to stop trying." I said, pushing myself off of the lockers I was leaning on.

I stood directly in front of her and took the bag from her, placing it in her open locker instead. "So you're not going to prom with me, but I deserve your number at least." I said, tilting my head slightly at her. "What makes you think that?" She scoffed. "Cause how else are you gonna message me a thank you? I saw you blocked me on Facebook this morning." I smiled a little, reaching out to push a strand of hair behind her ear.

She grabbed my wrist before I could, though. "Don't touch me, and I'll give you my number." She said, and I nodded, so she dropped my wrist. She tore off a piece of paper from the back of one of her books and shoved everything she was holding into my arms. I held everything as she wrote down her number, and then passed it back to her as she passed me the paper. "Thank you." I smiled. "No problem, princess." She smiled sarcastically, turning back to her locker.

"Can we go back to last names?"

"Fuck off, Clifford."

"See ya, Williams."

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I put her number in my phone as soon as I got home from school and sent her a message.

Michael: so are you gonna wear that shirt when we go to the concert after prom?

Dinah: I'm gonna burn that shirt next time we have a bonfire

Michael: you're a delight

Dinah: you're the one trying to take me to prom

Michael: I'm aware

Michael: answer

Dinah: what am I supposed to answer with

Michael: how about 'wow michael of course I'll go to prom with you I was just joking before'

Dinah: too many words to type out

Michael: and I thought I was lazy

Dinah: mhm

Michael: GO TO PROM WITH ME

Dinah: wow I'm convinced

Michael: really

Dinah: no I was being sarcastic

Michael: I thought I'd give it a go

Dinah: I appreciate the effort

Dinah: but I'm not going to prom with you

Michael: pleeeeeeease

Dinah: I will block your number

Michael: pls no

Michael: also please unblock my Facebook

Dinah: fine

Michael: thank you

Dinah: so who are you gonna try and go with next

Michael: maybe mrs kelly

Dinah: she's so old

Michael: by the time you say yes to me you'll be that old

Dinah: I'll say yes to you over my dead body

Michael: if thAT'S WHAT IT TAKES

Dinah: wow you're so good at winning girls over

Michael: it was a joke

Michael: funny guys are charming

Dinah: right

Michael: I don't usually have to try to win girls over

Dinah: how much of a douche are you

Michael: idk man

Dinah: well I'm glad I'm putting you through this struggle

Michael: once again, Dinah, you're a delight

Michael: where'd you go

Michael: come on answer me

Michael: ffs

Michael: well see you at school I guess

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Maybe I should start trying to find another girl to go with, my subconscious mumbled, since Dinah is fucking impossible.

But there was no one else, and I was actually beginning to want to go with Dinah. It had evolved from me wanting to go to prom with a girl, to me wanting to go to prom with her, and no one else.

Even if a girl asked me now, I'd turn them down, my subconscious realised.

I want Dinah.

Because she doesn't want me. Because she's never wanted me, and that was new.

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