Evan Peters Imagines, Smut & Preferences - DISCONTINUED

Tate Langdon (PRE-DEATH); Prom

It all happened two weeks ago.

You secretely had a crush on the most famous outstander of the entire Westfield High school; Tate Langdon.

He was just like you, unloved by the entire school, unnoticed.

You never thought he'd have noticed you, ever.

You were in a fairly amount of the same classes, even had to work together on a project for biology.

But you thought he forgot about that.

Until, two weeks ago, on friday.

You stood by your locker, putting back your books of math and biology.

When you slammed it shut, he stood there.

The one and only Tate Langdon.

He wore his typical ripped jeans and a green, brown striped sweater.

He was leaning against the locker beside yours, a small smirk playing around the corners of his lips, but his eyes seemed to have a nervous spark in them.

'Tate, you scared me.' You said. 

He had let out a small chuckle and said; 'I tend to have that effect towards a lot of people.' 

That had made you laugh, then you asked; 'What brings you here?'

'I have a question for you, Y/N.'

'Shoot.' You had said, trying to act like you weren't suprised that he knew your name.

'Prom is coming up, and uhm... My mother insists that I go, but I can't go to prom without a date, can I? So I was wondering if you would like to go with me?'

You were shocked but you didn't need to think twice about your answer. 'I'd love to go to prom with you.'

'I'll pick you up at eight.' And with that he smiled at you and left.

So here you were, standing in front of your mirror wearing the most beautiful dress you could find.

High heels, red nailpolish, dark make-up, red lipstick, your hair all done up, you were ready to go.

You heard voices downstairs, and you recognized Tate's voice immediatly.

You walked down the stairs carefull.

He was talking to your mother, but his voice fell silent when he laid his eyes on you. 

'Hi.' You said.

He was wearing a black tuxedo, and he looked absolutely stunning.

'You look gorgeous.' He said, which made your cheeks flush.

'Ready to go?' you asked him.

He nodded, both of you saying your goodbyes to your mother and then left out the door.

Since neither of you had a car, you decided to walk to the prom, none of you minding at all.

The loud music was clearly to be heard from a distance.

When you arrived, as a tradition there were pictures made.

You awkwardly stood there, until Tate, without a word, grabbed your hand and let you towards the line.

The picture to be taken was soon to be yours, and you stood there, with Tate's arm around you and flashed a smile for the camera.

Every student in the room stared at the two of you. 

The night couldn't be any better for you, you were talking to Tate, who was really opening up to you, dancing from time to time and occasionally had some drinks.

Then a slow song started to play and everyone took their date to the dancefloor.

Tate flashed you a reassuring smile as he also led you to the dancefloor, a little in the back where no one would pay attention to you.

You were astonished by the way he danced, you didn't think he could.

He fell silent as he studied your face, the most gorgeous smile on his lips.

And then he spoke. 'I know you think I don't know you, but I do. I paid attention to you as much as I could. And I know you think I wouldn't reùember your name, or you for that matter. But it's all i could think about ever since that project. I just didn't know how to start a conversation with you. And I hope this won't be our first and only date, I want more to come.' 

Your mouth fell open in awe at his words.

'Now, I want to try something.' He spoke softly, as if his words were only meant for you. 

The boy leaned in, his lips locking with yours as your eyes fluttered shut.

And at that moment you knew that this was only the beginning.