"So, I thought that since he was staring at that other girl that he didn't love me anymore, right-"
"H-Hi, Y/N."
You're best friend whipped her head around to the person that interrupted her with a disgusted look.
"Listen, Mitchell-"
"M-Michael, actually." He corrected her and I smirked at her face.
"I don't care about your name, I don't have to, nor will anyone else because you're going to walk away in about five seconds and never ask for Y/N again, got it?" She sassed, and Michael's face dropped.
"What did you want anyway?" She continued, sensing his vulnerable state of mind. "What could you possibly want for her? Do you need to give her back her homework you did or something? A book-report? An essay- Oh my god.." She paused, her face scrunching up as you just say there watching everything unfold, "You weren't!" She gasped, putting her hand over mouth and not-so-stifling an obnoxious laugh.
"You weren't going to ask Y/N to prom, we're you?" She said and my eyes widened with everybody else's that were also watching. "You totally were!"
Everybody began to laugh and snicker as Michael's head hung look toward his shoes. I frowned and pouted slightly, I wouldn't have minded if he asked me to prom. Sure, you would think that most girls and my ranking of popularity wouldn't be caught dead with him, but I wouldn't mind walking down my stairs to see Michael in a tux, not at all.
Michael held his books to his chest and ran out the school doors.
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"Would you stop that already?" I hissed at my prom date, the football captain. He is also that worlds biggest jerk and pervert.
"Sorry, Baby. You know how it is.." He smirked, placing his hand on my arse again as we swayed to the slow-dance music.
"No, actually. I don't, and I don't want to."
I storm off towards the table that was neatly set with an arrangement of food, of course.
I lean my back against the table and turn to face the crowd of people. Ever since that girl I called my best friend, who is now dancing with my date, yelled at Michael to no end, I had no light on this Prom. I really didn't want to come tonight.
Prom in supposed to be magical, and here I am moping around with a pout.
That was until I saw a glimpse of purple hair through the people, it may as we'll have been a green light to the type of night I wanted tonight.
I leaned off the table and walked around the swaying bodies to find Michael leaning against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes peered down towards his shoes.
I smiled at his cuteness in his bow-tie and walked next to him.
"Tonight blow, hey?" I lean against the wall.
"Yeah.." He nods his head lightly, still not noticing that it's me.
"I actually wanted to come with this one boy, but that didn't end up going as plan." I shrug, "What's your story?"
"Almost the same, it could be exactly the same if you were in love with this guy." He finally looks up and his face drops and pales. "I-It wasn't you the entire time, was it. I didn't just confess that I- Oh my god!" His hands covered his face and he reddens.
I giggle and place my hands on his to pull them down from his face.
I look into his eyes as his finally find mine. "You love me?"
He lightly nods his head and it hangs down for a second, "I-I think so.." He finally confesses and I smile.
"D-Do you love me?" His confidence rises and I shutter.
This time, my face drops.
"Michael, I-I don't know y-ou-"
"No, I get it." His hands drop from mine and I feel the loss in my chest.
"M-Michael-"
"Whatever.." He goes to walk off but I follow him out the room doors.
"Michael!" I yell, "You didn't let me finish!" I grasp his hand, turning him around.
"What did you want to say? That you popularity chain says you can't date an outcast? Tell me, what?" He snapped.
"Oh, I really haven't ever given one fuck about the stupid popularity chain when it comes to you, trust me. Secondly, you're being a huge dick. And thirdly, I actually wanted to say that I would love to get to know you!" I wave my arms, but calm down slightly at his widened eyes. "That's if you'll let me." I cross my arms and look down.
There several moments of silence before Michael breaks it.
"D-Do you listen to Blink 182?" he steps forward.
"Blink what?" I look up.
"Here.." He presses his phones screen a few times before music begins to come through the speakers.
He places his phone down on the ground, and walks closer to me.
"May I have this dance?.." He reaches out his hand and it finds mine.
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Can you smell the cheesy ending bc I can. Comment your favourite part!
QOTD: Where are you all from?
I'm from Australia, so I have no idea how proms actually go, so sorry if this is inaccurate all bc I really have no idea.
