I sat in my room in the dark, laying in my bed curled up in a ball.
I needed this peace.
I deserved it.
I can't believe he dumped me.
And for her of all people.
"Jasmine..."
I hear mom coming to my door. She's been very patient with me these last few days. With all this prom stuff going on, it's very stressful.
And now that my so called prom date bailed on me, it's starting to really work my nerves.
"Sweetheart..."
"I'm not going." I sob softly.
"Awe sweetie." She says coming to my side.
"He canceled mom. He dropped me for some bitch that wears enough make up for the both of us."
"Well... You shouldn't let that ruin your prom. C'mon. It's like two weeks away. And you got your gown. C'mon."
"I don't wanna go alone. That's embarrassing, especially when everyone knew I was going Derek." I sniffle.
"You never know what may happen in two weeks. Hell. You may get Justin Bieber to be your date."
"Ha! Great joke mom." I say.
"I dint know. You know what he says. Never. Say. Never." She says patting my knee.
Yeah. Never say never. There's no possible way I could get him to be my date. Shit. He barely notices me on twitter.
@iamjourneygrace: @justinbieber if you see this, how would you like to take me to my senior prom?
I send the tweet, not giving it a second thought. There was no way he'd respond.
Sighing, I lay back in my bed, I close my eyes, drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, I wake up to my phone vibrating. I pick it up, checking my phone. It was filled with notifications.
"What the fuck is going on?" I say to myself.
I check my notifications. People I never knew were tweeting me about how lucky I was. What made me so lucky?
Then I see my tweet from last night.
With a response.
@justinbieber: @iamjourneygrace sounds like fun:) dm me
What the fuck?
