Daughter of Kellin Quinn

You Make Me Go ASDFGHJKL

*Copeland's POV*

"Have a great time at prom, Cope!" mom cheered after kissing me goodbye. I stepped out of the car, my heels clapping on the concrete. Waving, I slowly walked my way to the double doors. Before I could pull it open, a hand clasped on the steel handle.

"At your service," Bryan smiled, bowing down to me.

"Thanks," I said flatly, not making eye contact. Confused, he followed behind me.

"Wait, Copeland, I'm sorry."

"Oh, now you decide to say sorry to me? It's too late for that. Really late if you ask me." I ignored him and walked toward the gym where the dance was being held at. He ran after me.

"Hear me out! Just let me explain?" he asked, not bothering to give me personal space. I walked right past him and he wouldn't leave me alone.

"Bryan, please leave me alone. I'm waiting for my friends to arrive," I said, handing the man my ticket. He scanned it and asked Bryan for his. He handed it to him and followed me inside.

"I won't leave you alone until you let me explain," he spat out. I viewed my friends strolling through the doors. They were all laughing and overjoyed.

"Sorry. You had more than enough time to explain to me. You lost your chances... now just leave me alone, please. Just go away." He stood next to me. He wasn't budging. I stared at him and finally I decided to speak my mind. "It's your fault, Bryan. Five months, and you waited until now to justify your thoughts to me? I don't think so. Now if you don't mind, I'd be so pleased if you don't talk to me for the rest of the night." I shooed my way past him and left him settled on his feet, standing alone like he should be.

I carried my body over to my friends. My heels were already starting to piss me off because they were mounted so high up. I said hi and gave them all hugs. We exchanged smiles and compliments, and left to go find an available table. We parked ourselves right in the front of the dance floor. When it was time to get up and party, we all rushed over to take the floor and dance to the beat of the music.

About ten minutes passed by since I looked at my cell phone clock. Everyone was starting to pile in and take their seats as the principle started making announcements.

"May I have everyone's attention please?!" the principle spoke into the mic. People paused their conversations and turned to face the stand. "I just want to wish all of you a happy prom night and that all the seniors, depending on if you're a boy or girl, get to leave here with a prize of their choice. And if you're not a senior, I'm sorry. Tough luck, but you won't be receiving anything." We all giggled to each and saw the vice principle getting all the prizes situated at the back table. "This was probably one of the best senior classes I've ever had in years. I wish you all the best of luck in college or wherever you're headed! So enjoy prom everyone and let's cheers to this night!" We all laughed and clapped our hands. I actually smiled and smashed my hand to my mouth because, the principle didn't realize it, but that's one of my dad's songs. "One more thing: I'm proud to announce that everyone this year will be graduating in the class of 2013!" Cheers and yells escaped everyone's mouth and the music started blasting our ears.

"Come on, Copeland! Let's dance!" Alli yanked my arm and persuaded me to dance. I'm literally not a dancer and even if I was, I would never dance in front of the school. It's not me. But sometimes, I don't mind.

So yeah, everyone calls me Copeland now, thanks to Bryan. I honestly hate him so damn much. He blew my cover. It's not such a big deal anymore, but the fact that he couldn't keep my secret shows that he's not trustworthy. And now he's trying to apologize? He fucking slapped me! He pushed me away for five months and didn't even bother to say anything. He even hooked up with a girl I didn't know! I thought he liked me and it was all a lie. You don't tell someone you like them and then a couple days later, you're out scoring you some ass. What the fuck? It's not right! I just want him to leave me alone the whole night. I don't want it to bother me because I want to have a good time. Bad thoughts and memories are something I don't want to cross my mind.