"I'm Kason Ryhawks, darling. Womanizer. Player. Whatever you want to call me. And I make peoples' lives a flaming hell."
I smirked, a twinkle in my eye. "Well that's cool I guess." I hold out my hand. "I'm Sam. Just Sam."
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And the truth was, Sam...
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Also, no song today. Of course you can listen to one of your choice if you wish. I suggest something about being the bigger person.
QOC: Do you want me to make a trailer for CIHYAP?
o • O • o Sam's POV O • o • O
I told them that I had to go to the bathroom.
I lied.
I left the gym an hour after I arrived, and after I'd danced, kissed, and laughed with Kason. As soon as I realized Mr. Danes wasn't in here, I knew he had to be somewhere in this school. He wouldn't leave this place until the dance was over, but I know that prom night isn't his scene. It's not the actual prom. It's just the gyrating, sweaty, disobedient teenagers that he doesn't want to deal with.
So I walked the familiar halls of Westland High until I found his office. Unfortunately it's empty, but my eyes catch onto something through the door's small, rectangular window.
A photo of Mr. Danes and a pretty woman hangs on the wall to the right. Both of them have their arms wrapped around a baby in between them, with what looks like a beautiful green park in the background. They each wear a large, happy smile as wide as they can individually manage. Even the baby's eyes look alive and happy.
