Imagine:
It’s the day of the fall dance. You and your friends have been planning this night for a few months already. School is in full swing and you can just feel the energy coming off of people. Everyone is excited. Except you.
The original plan was that all your friends would come over to your house to get ready. Makeovers, hair, clothes and all that. Then around 7:00 your dates would come to pick you guys up in a limo. Everything had been planned perfectly. That was until your boyfriend cheated on you with one of the bitchy cheerleaders. Of course you had found out two days before the dance. That was the time when no girl, no matter who you were, would be able to find a date.
This morning was when your best friend came and begged you to just go stag. You knew that you didn't really want to go but couldn't bear disappoint her. You could hardly bear the thought of seeing your ex with that bitch.
Right now it’s ten minutes before the final bell. The day had gone by fast and all too soon it’s almost time to get ready. Your math teacher is droning on about equations and stuff that you know would never benefit you, ever. Everyone was staring at the clock waiting for 3:30. Finally, the bell rings. You wait until everyone rushes out of the room before you stand. There was no point in rushing. Your friends would be waiting at your house anyway since they had a spare block. You gather your stuff and shuffle out of the class. Before you leave, you teacher says: "Now don't let any stupid boy let you down." You nod and walk away, trying to hold back the tears.
He wasn't just any stupid boy. He was the one who stole your heart. Now he was the one who got away. There was no going around it, you loved him with all your heart and now he had broken it. You quickly pull out your phone and put in your headphones. The walk home was fast and soon enough you were greeted by your friends who were all crowded in your room.
All you remember of getting ready was sitting in front of the mirror and having everyone fuss over you. Before you know it, you’re crammed into a tiny limo with your friends and their dates. It was like you weren't even there. It was like you were invisible to everyone who was happy. They were all having their own conversations. Sometimes they would try to include you but you wouldn't say anything but nod. All you were thinking of was getting some fresh air.
The limo finally pulls into the hall and opens the door. You scramble out into the cool air, pulling your shawl tight over your little dress. You walk in with your friends. It only took them a moment to get into the groove of the music, leaving you standing there awkwardly. Soon enough, you get fed up and mutter to someone that you’re going to get some air. Walking out of that crammed room was relieving. Opening the door into the dark sky and cool air was even better.
Nothing felt right to you, your dress was too short, your hair was too stiff and your face was too plastered. All of a sudden you flop onto the steps and start sobbing. The tears just start rolling down your cheeks, ruining all of your makeup. You don't care. The sobs overwhelm you and you don't even hear someone sit down beside you. Somebody puts a jacket over your shoulders. You look up. You sigh.
"If you’re going to make my night even worse, don't even think about it." You try to keep yourself together but a burst of sobs rack through your body. You hear a cold laugh come from him. "Did you really think I'm that bad of a guy? There's no way I would leave any girl in the cold, crying." What bullshit that was. He was the one who told you he had cheated while walking outside that one night. He had taken back his jacket and left without a final goodbye.
"Just screw off." You mumble, not really meaning it. "Well if that's what you really want, fine. But I did come here for something." You couldn't imagine what he wanted. Was there a long lost jacket you had forgotten?
Tears were still silently streaming down my cheeks when I looked him in the eyes. Those same eyes that were always so friendly. "I want to say I'm sorry about that night. I was an idiot. I didn't know how much you meant to me then." You wonder what the hell he was thinking. That night was only two nights ago. How can he have noticed this stuff? You start to get a bit angry. "All I want to say is that even if you don't want me back I want you to know that I still love you as much as ever and I never wanted to lose you in the first place. I didn't know what I was thinking but I'm sorry."
You stare into his eyes. They were glistening with tears. He never cried. He was supposed to be the tough guy. You try to think of what you truly want. Do you really want him back? Before you could finish thinking, his lips were pressed against you. Without thinking, you kiss back. It felt amazing to finally have him back. It was like nothing had ever happened between the two of you.
Time flew by and when you finally pull back for air, you know what you truly want. "This isn't going to happen again. I won't take chances with you cheating on me again." You know you enjoyed the kiss but walk off the steps and into the parking lot as if nothing had ever happened. Walking into the dark night you promise yourself that no stupid boy would ever let you down again.
