Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love A Rhyming Prankster

Skylar's P.O.V.

After the train of incidents during lunch, we'd all just eaten our food silently.

Carter was fidgeting nervously the entire time, undoubtedly over thinking his promposal. If anyone here knows Spencer, it's me. And I just know that she'll love it.

Elliot, who now knows everything, has been staring determinedly at his lap. I know he's trying not to send us weird looks, I can't really blame him. I just wish that we could go back to the way things were before we told him.

It's currently sixth period, and there's only four minutes until Carter's plan begins.

I can't wait!

I can tell that Spencer is little suspicious because of how secretive we've all been. Plus, Carter's been a nervous mess ever since second period.

She knows we're up to something, but I don't think she has the slightest clue as to what it is.

Two minutes!

God, this is taking forever.

I tap my fingers on the desk impatiently, enjoying the clicking sound my finger nails make against the wooden surface.

One minute and thirty-eight seconds...

One minute and thirty-seven seconds...

One minute and thirty-six seconds...

I'm seriously about to lose my mind!

I continue tapping my finger tips on the table, matching the very slow pace of the ticking clock. Ugh. Now I know how Carter's felt all day. And quite possibly all week.

Thirty-two seconds...

Thirty-one seconds...

Thirty sec-

Oh screw it!

I stand up from my desk quickly, catching the attention of the students around me.

"Skylar, is something wrong?" The teachers asks.

"Uh... Yes. I need to go."

"Go? Go where?"

"I just need to leave."

"Well I'm sorry, but I absolutely cannot excuse you without permi-"

"Attention Eastwood High." The principals voice call over the intercom. "I apologize for the interruption, but please send the following students to my office. Carter May, Spencer Reed, Grayson Edwards, Elliot Stewart, Isaac Smith, and Skylar Michaels. Thank you."

I smirk at the teacher and strut out of the room. Once I make it outside, I break into a sprint toward my locker, eager to get everything ready.

As soon as I thoroughly inspect the pieces, I smile proudly to myself. Everything is perfect, down to the last detail.

Quickly yet quietly, I make my way down the hall to join the others in the principal's office.

When I arrive, I wait outside for a moment to slow my breathing, then step in casually. Carter sends me a nervous glance, and I nod to tell him everything's ready.

He let's out a breath of relief and stands a bit taller as Principal Benson begins speaking.

"Alright, thank you all for putting your education on hold to come here. As you all know, prom is a week from today."

We all nod in understanding, though Spencer is the only genuinely curious one in the group.

"Well, we're running fairly late with the decorations. The prom committee is extremely stressed with getting everything done, but they can't finish until they have all of their props."