Bringing the breaded chicken finger to her mouth, Y/N was becoming stupidly annoyed as the teens around her screamed at one another as if their life depended on it.
She didn't understand why they couldn't use their inside voices, but she stopped trying to figure that one out when Odell suddenly walked confidently into the cafeteria with different color roses occupying both of his hands.
"I wonder what his fine ass about to do?" One girl beside her noticed and Y/N just sat there and agreed. She also wanted to know why her crush of three years was making his way to the table she was sitting at with a nervous look etched across his handsome face.
"Could y'all just shut ya'll ugly asses up for a minute," Mr. Robinson, the teacher who had lunch duty for this week yelled, causing everyone to stop their conversations and give their full attention to the most popular boy at our large high school. "Thank you," he smiled as he saw the stank looked on everyone's face when he finished.
"I know ya'll are wondering why I have these flowers in my hands," Odell paused and licked his lips, causing half of the school's population to squeal. "And I have a good reason for them. I want to ask someone special to go to prom with me this year."
Feeling the heat rushing to her cheeks and the dryness forming in her mouth, Y/n was scared.
What if he was asking her to prom? What was their color scheme going to be? Did she have to pay for her high ass ticket?
The questions kept popping into her head as time passed by, but they soon stopped when he trailed his brown eyes over to hers, and then bringing them back to the girl that asked the question earlier.
"Tracey, will you go to prom with me?" He asked, and that was when her heart skipped a beat.
She smiled and clapped when the girl agreed to go with him, but on the inside, it was tearing her into pieces.
When she saw the prom posters tapped differently in the hallways all last week, she had hoped that the star receiver for her high school's football team would ask her, but it was all too good to be true.
When they bumped into each other in the hallways by "mistake" on her part, he would give his quick apologies before running off with his friends, not giving Y/N a second glance.
So what was different about today? She thought, but she already knew the answer to it.
Wiping the crumbs of the school's lunch from her hands, she got up from her seat, ignoring the hug that they were now sharing.
She didn't even know the name of the girl, but in retrospect, she didn't care.
She was hurting, but nobody knew it because they were all too busy watching the love fest that was unfolding in front of their eyes.
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