I Don't Love You: Clyde Donovan x Reader

Chapter Fifteen

It was February now, and prom was in a month.  I was had to admit I was pretty excited, but Clyde was kind of being a dick about the whole thing.  I hadn't found a dress yet.  Clyde didn't like a lot of the ones I was considering.  

"Babe, it's just some floral-"

"It looks cheap.  Go with something classier," he would reply, sharpy.

~Time Skip~

The night of prom was just as much of a disaster.  I got a black dress, and Craig and Lola were carpooling with us that night.  It was such a night mare.  Clyde seemed more irritable than usual. We took pictures at Token's house, but Clyde still hadn't said a word to me.  Not about how I looked or anything.  I was genuinely sad, but couldn't say anything in front of Craig and Lola.  I knew it would've ended in a fight.  

Later that night, we went through the grand march and ate.  We sat at a table with Tweek, Craig, and Token, along with their dates.  Sometimes Nicole and Lola would ask for my opinion on stuff, but I kept my replies short.  I just wanted the night to be perfect and fight free.  After a little while I got up to use the restroom, and when I got out, Craig was standing in hall like he was waiting for someone.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What are you doing?" he replied in his assole monotone voice.  "With him?"

"Craig, I can't be caught talking alone with you.  Clyde will flip," I shook my head, trying to walk away.

He grabbed my wrist, "That's my point exactly.  I am his friend.  I should be able to talk to his girlfriend without her fearing the consequences from him."

"Craig please, I'm trying to make tonight a good night," I pleaded.

"That's not something you should have to work for.  You deserve so much better than that.  You shouldn't have to be scared of who you are with," Craig lectured.

"You don't know what you are talking about," I mumbled, making my way back to my table with Clyde.

Later during the dance, Clyde would sit at the table during the fun songs.  Craig sat there too, claiming they weren't much of his type.  There was a couple times I dances with the girls, but not too often. I didn't want him to get mad.  We danced to all the slow songs, and during post prom, I let him play games with the boys while I chatted with the girls.  By the end of the night, I fell asleep in the bleachers, waiting for him to finish.  I woke up in his bed in the morning , relieved to had made it a good prom night.