Prom Night

Chapter 1: Nearing The Night

"Bye Adam! See you at prom!"

A familiar voice echoed through the hallway outside room 16, the Advanced Music block.

My best friend Austin gave me a final wave before enlacing hand in hand with a tall blonde girl, the both of them laughing happily and striding hand in hand out into the Autumn afternoon.

Yes. His prom-date-to-be.

Anna Munroe. My god she's beautiful. Tall, pale-bronze sun-kissed skin (a rare complexion for one to bestow, seeing we all live in Minnesota) She has blonde hair of various shades cascading down her scooped back and coming to rest just below her collar at the front of her shoulders.

and those big blue eyes. What a beauty she truly is. They were always sparkling with that friendly glow. She really was a bombshell.

I take my hat off to Austin for being courageous enough to ask a girl like her, it turns out, she'd liked him all along.

If only I had his luck...

Me however, hadn't even thought about finding myself a suitable partner for the biggest and most important night of the year. Prom. It's all anyone's talked about this year. And now it's only two nights away.

That doesn't say I don't have someone in mind...

Brielle.

Oh, the lovely Brielle Saunders.

My crush ever since seventh grade. And I've never once even pondered on telling her how I feel, mostly due to my lack of confidence towards women, also, my sheer introversion.

Why do I feel so afraid?

Because she's a girl. An immensely beautiful one at that.

She's shy too, (but not painfully reserved like myself ) talented, adorable, and quite possibly the most gorgeous human being I still love to this day and have ever laid eyes on. I swear she's an angel.

Tommorow is the night.

The night of Owatonna High School's lives.

Some of us will have a wonderful time dancing, making memories, and having fun in general on the last night the whole grade will be in the same room, then... There'll be guys like me watching from the side as as one of the A-team footballers not so gentlemanly leads his dream date across the illuminated dance floor.

I don't think Brielle has a date yet, Although don't see why she wouldn't. I girl like her is probably far out my league.

She's absolutely stunning, not like Anna's appearance.

She's different... In a good way.

Her icy blue-colored eyes making you melt on the spot, and if you look closely, you can see the tiny hazel streaks protruding spreadward from the jet-black pupils. I'm sure I'm the only one who has noticed this though.

They're subtly hidden behind black rectangular-framed glasses that rest on her feminine-looking nose.

Like myself, the classic Minnesotan's snow-white complexion envelopes her head to toe.

She has warm, dark chestnut-red hair which streams neatly in thick, long curls from underneath her navy-blue knitted beret she's worn everyday for as long as I can remember.

There's always a subtle tinge of pink spreading across the silky pale skin of her face.

If only this were due to my presence...

She's what I'd describe as perfect. Although no one is perfect.

I'd fallen in love with her more and more as I got to know her, her personality absolutely grew on me.

I used to believe you could only fall in love once with someone. Brielle has given me a reason to fall straight for her day after day, even on my darkest. I've had small conversations with her over the years, I usually end up mentally kicking myself of how nervous she makes me. Especially when she plays her violin. Wow. What I wouldn't give for talent like that. She told me she started playing after her dad gave her her mother's violin after she died.

Her one dream now is to be as brilliant as her mother was. She was once talking how she would sit beside her bed at night, playing a prelude price that would eventually put her delicate newborn to rest.

What a brilliant choice Mr. Saunders.

Your daughter has turned into a musical genius. A beautiful, free spirited, talented, caring and beautiful musical genius.

And let me tell you, how amazing your daughter truly is. She's somewhat flawless in every way.

Sir, I'm honoured to have come to acquaintance with her.

Or what I should be saying to save my breath; Mr. Saunders, I'm in love with your daughter.

Should I ask her?

What will she think of me?

Will she say yes? Laugh in my face? What if she's already got a date?! He could be one of those all-too-famous college football AllStars. Their crippling strength could snap a young man like me in half. If It can even make sense to call a skinny little dork like me a "man"

What chance do I stand against the other guys on offer. I know any girl would take the hot muscular ones from one of the sporting campus in a heartbeat. Brielle on the other hand ...?

I pushed aside my thoughts, taking one last glance into the small rectangular mirror attached to the inside of my locker.

Man, do I need a haircut. My chocolate brown locks were becoming uncomfortably long, hiding my eternally-tired insomniac's eyes from the bustle of the world. I guess I liked it that way though. I often wish I could hide,shrink away into non-existence of the world.

I attempted to close my locker, only to start a fight with the door, harshly slamming it against the resistant hinges.

My belongings had been building up inside it for the past year, mostly hand-written sheet music, a warm fuzzy sweater, lunch containers, binders, textbooks, any common school supply simply jamming the door from closing.

I applied a touch more force this time, pushing the door against the squeaky hinges in effortful frustration to shut the damned thing, only to cause the contents of it to begin sliding downwards off the cluttered shelves and onto the floor. The music spilled out from a ring-binder, sprawling across the shiny laminal floor at my feet. Cursing under my breath, I reluctantly bent down to pick up the papers, until my hand brushed against a soft-pale one as I reached for the coffee stained paper. A girl's.

As my eyes flicked up to see who it was, my heart literally skipped a heavy beat.

Brielle?!