School was just another day. Even though yesterday was Valentine's day, people are treating it like Valentine's Week, plus the prom is later on tonight. Of course, I'm not going. For two reasons. One, I have an ass load of tests to study for. Two, nobody is interested in even asking me. I'm not mad about it, just stating facts here. The only guy that I hope who has an interest in me is Peter, known to most as Bruno. He is one of the most popular-- if not THE most popular guy in the entire building. I take almost every class with him, except for three. Our next class together was music. I was walking into the class, and taking my usual seat in the back, trying to stay invisible. Everyone, especially those preppy girls, were talking about the dresses and tuxedos they were going to wear, and how they were going to wave once they were pronounced prom king or queen. I didn't have any friends, and the only time I ever talked to Bruno was if I accidentally bumped into him, which rarely happened. Anyways, back to the present. All of the other students were just talking. Of course, as soon as Bruno comes in, all of the girls start swarming around him like bees. I honestly felt kind of sorry for him. I didn't know if he realized or paid much attention to how popular he was. In the middle of my daydream, I felt someone tap my shoulder. "GIllian," that raspy voice called. My heart fell into my kidneys, but of course I had to maintain my cool. I looked up into his eyes and smiled. "Hey Bruno," I spoke, pushing a couple strands of misplaced hair behind my ear. Why was he, the most popular dude in school, talking to me--basically a girl's whose social status is so low, there's not even a label for it. He took a seat next to me and began talking. "Don't forget we're paired for that Physics project. How do you wanna work on it." I softly smiled as I took out some paper and scribbled my number and home address on it. "We can meet at my house tonight, since I'm not going to the prom." He took the paper and stuffed it in his pocket, and his beautiful eyes met mine. "You're not going to prom," he asked, and I nodded. "Nobody has asked me, and I just have a lot to do," I replied, and he nodded to let me know that he understood. I was going to strike up another topic, but of course, the preppy girls were constantly calling his name...
6:30 pm...
I had been waiting for Bruno for over three hours, and my irritation level was rising higher and higher by the minute. I would text him, but I only gave him my number. Another thirty minutes had flew by, and I got so bored to the point where I just did the entire project, along with the other assignments that I had. My mom was trying to convince me to go to prom just for the experience. But what's the point in going alone, just to see a bunch of couples dancing and making out all the time? They can miss me with that! I was about to go to sleep for the night when my phone buzzed...
Message From Unsaved Number:
"Hey Gillian, it's Bruno! I decided to just go to prom instead of going to your place. Good luck with the project though. Don't forget to add my name too."
Confused and even more annoyed, I tossed my phone onto the other end of the couch and stared at the project that I did by myself. "Ugh," I groaned, pulling at my hair. I'm not adding his name to shit diddly squat, no matter how cute or talented he is. After I finished letting out my frustrations, the doorbell rang. Thinking it was him, I angrily swung the door open, only to be met with a box. Maybe it was for my mom. I made sure the label had the correct address before dragging it inside. It wasn't addressed for my mom, so it must have been for me. I tore the box open and took out a beautiful dress.
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There was no way that this was for me. I didn't order it, but it was such a beautiful blue. I peeked on the tag, and it was my exact size. "Who the hell is stalking me," I said, taking a pair of matching heels from the box. Either this is a late birthday present or someone is being a straight up creep. There was a note on the box telling me to get ready and put everything on. After moments of contemplating, I decided to do what the box said.
A Few Minutes Later...
I was finished putting everything on, and I wrote a note for my mom letting her know that I was going to the prom. I opened the door and locked it behind me, and there was a trail of roses on the ground, leading somewhere. Being the goody two shoes I am, I followed them, and it led to the venue where the prom was at. It was a good ten minute walk, but I guess it was worth it. Once I reached the place, one of the teachers smiled and opened the door for me. "Thank you," I smiled, walking into the building. There was a DJ playing all of the classic baby making songs, couples getting busy with each other, and a lot of tables with a bunch of food. "Hey Gillian. Looking good," one of the preppy girls said, and I just could not believe it. I didn't know whether to acknowledge them, or just walk away, so I just walked away and ended up bumping into someone. There I go again. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have paid attention," I apologized, and looked at who it was. It was the dude that kept me waiting for him. Bruno. He softly smiled, and grabbed my hand. "You look beautiful," he flirted, looking me up and down. I honestly had no words, partially because I was still frustrated with him. "I was up waiting for you, and I did the whole project by myself, Peter." He looked kind of shocked, and I was too. Nobody had ever dared to call him by his birth name, other than the principal. Out of nowhere, he kissed me, and his lips tasted like cherries and melted butter. "I'll make it up to you someday," he said, once he pulled away. And let's just say that he did. Despite the looks of the jealous popular girls, Bruno and I danced the night away, and it was definitely worth the ten minute walk in high heels.
