Prom ; MGC

Thursday

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I felt sick as I drove myself to school that morning. I knew exactly why, but it wasn't a thing I could use as an excuse to miss school for a day.

The prom was tomorrow night; today was my last chance to win Dinah over. I was determined, despite the nervous feeling I got in my stomach whenever I thought about her.

I spotted her just as I entered the school building; she was at her locker. As soon as she saw me, she started walking away. "Williams." I sighed a little, walking quickly to catch up with her. "We've had three days of this already, Clifford. That's like, longer than most of your relationships." She muttered, slinging her bag over her arm. "Very funny." I said bluntly. "Thanks." She easily matched my tone.

"Hey, Ashley, do you have a date to the prom?" Dinah asked as we passed Ashley Peters. "Yeah, why?" Ashley chuckled a little. "It's just Michael here, you know, the most popular guy in school, doesn't have one yet." Dinah explained, and Ashley looked up to me. I smiled awkwardly at the girl. "Well why don't you two go together? You'd be cute," Ashley said cheerfully.

"That's what I'm saying," I said. "You should, I gotta go." Ashley said, then continued walking. "See, people are beginning to ship us, Williams." I smirked, nudging her. "You know, for the most popular guy in school, you're not very likeable." She muttered. "Stop calling me that." I sighed. "Why? It's what you are," She laughed a little. "You're acting like it matters that I'm popular or whatever."

"It does matter." She said, stopping outside of her English class. "Why?" I frowned a little. "Cause if you were a loser like me then this whole thing would be a lot better for your reputation." She said, putting her bag down on the floor and leaning against the wall. "You're not a loser - and I don't care about that. Loser, popular, whatever. You are Dinah Williams and I want to take you to prom because of you, not because of your social status. Sure, at first I was desperate for any girl, but now I just want to take you." I said, leaning next to her to make my words seem less sincere and emotional than they actually were.

"I gotta get to class." She muttered, picking up her bag and walking into the classroom. I went to follow her, but Mrs Stevens spotted me. "Michael, you've joined my class?" She questioned sarcastically. "No, Ma'am. Sorry." I sighed a little, glancing to Dinah before leaving the room.

As I made my way to my locker, I ran into Luke. "Hey!" He smiled, joining me in walking to my locker. "What's up?" I said, beginning to sort out my books. "Not much, really. Oh yeah, have you got a date for prom yet?" He asked. "Eh, I'm working on it. Not yet, but... I don't really, uh..." I stumbled over my words, not exactly knowing what I was trying to say.

"Oh, that sucks, dude. But hey, uh, you can just come with like, friends. That's cool too." He shrugged a little. "Yeah, thanks." I muttered, trying to cover up my attitude with a smile. "Alright, see you later." He said, and walked off. "Yeah." I said. Asshole. 

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For the rest of the day, whenever I saw Dinah she completely ignored me. I called her name; she kept walking. I sat next to her behind the music block at lunch and she didn't say a word to me. She didn't acknowledge that I was there, she just ate her lunch and started writing stuff in her notebook while I sat there with her.

In a way, it was nice and peaceful. I liked her company, but she completely disregarded mine.

Being ignored by her was utterly soul destroying; I needed her attention. "Dinah." I said, putting my hand out to touch her shoulder. She quickly grabbed my wrist and placed it back down on my lap.

"Oh good, so you do know I'm here." I muttered, sitting up a little. She started humming an unfamiliar tune; I figured she was beginning to think of how the lyrics she had written would become an actual song.

"Dinah..." I mumbled, leaning against the wall again. "It's a weird name, right? I like it though. I really like your name, Dinah." I said, bringing my knees up to my chest. "Isn't it the name of that cat in Alice In Wonderland?" I asked, turning to her. "Not Cheshire cat, the other one. The real one, I mean. Anyway, I like it." I shrugged a little, looking up to the sky.

"I like that you don't like me. Well, I don't - it's driving me insane, but... I like that you're not... You... You've never tried anything with me like other girls have. And it's weird, but I kinda like putting effort in to get you." I said, and just as I finished, the bell went off to let us know lunch was over.

"You have soft lips, by the way. I like them too." I mumbled, standing up. I picked up my bag and began walking to my next class.

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I messaged her once I was home, and she read them, but didn't reply. I tried calling her, but she ignored me. I knew she would, but I was getting somewhat desperate for her attention. So desperate that I couldn't sleep, and I found myself getting dressed and sneaking out of my house.

I arrived at hers at 2am roughly, and for a few minutes, I just sat there, not knowing what to do.

I messaged her to see if she was up and it came up that she'd read my message within seconds. I waited a little to see if she was going to reply, but she didn't.

I looked up to the front window on the right; I was pretty sure it was hers, I could tell from the blinds that were behind her in pictures she'd posted on Facebook.

Before I was completely sure of what I was doing, I got out of my car. I bent over and picked up some pebbles, and threw one at her window. The window didn't break - thank the lord - but it did make a tapping sound.

I looked up at the window hopefully as I threw a couple more, and suddenly the blinds were pulled open. I watched as her jaw dropped, and she shook her head a little as she climbed up onto her windowsill and opened the window. "You're fucking crazy," She shout-whispered. "I know." I said, dropping the extra pebbles I had in my hand down to the floor. "I don't just want to take you to prom, I want you. As in I want you to be mine, and I want you to want me back." I said, licking my lips nervously.

"Go home." She said. "I can't sleep." I said, shaking my head a little. "Me either." She said, looking down at me. "I want you." I mumbled again, tilting my head as I looked up to her. "Go home, Michael." She whispered, I could barely hear her. "Okay." I mumbled, rubbing my eye as I turned to get into my car.

I looked back up to her once I was in, and she nodded a little; encouraging me to continue in my act of leaving. I nodded back, and started up my engine. My phone went off; she'd messaged me.

Dinah: seatbelt

Michael: oh yeah

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