ɮɨӄɛʀ ɮօʏ (s̷t̷a̷l̷k̷e̷r̷ a̷l̷e̷r̷t̷)

❇Chapter 9❇

🗯 ᗯᕼᗩT?

"A new dawn, a new day, a new life for me and I'm feeling good." Played in my head as I walked up the the steps for the I don't knowth time. (I know knowth isn't a word but I don't know how many times I've walked up these steps anymore). With every day that passed we got a little closer to the end of the year and I walked up this school steps every morning so much so that I lost count of how many times I'd walked up them.

Of course I knew what day it was though. It was Monday and no I'm not reliving the same day. I time skipped to this Monday because the other information about my school life would be rather boring as if not already. So let me just say that it was a Monday the only difference was that it was no longer the beginning of the term and I now knew the school a bit better.

You probably wondering why I time skipped to this part of my life. Honestly, I don't know why. But on this particular day during my lunch break with the group of girls I now called my friends after my previous embarrassing dilemma of having to wear red lip stick and having my hair so tight it gave me a headache was also the day this happened...

"Will you go to Prom with me?" Said a not so attractive boy implying his question at me. Was this boy my type? No, he was not. I'm probably being a beach (yes, I said that because I'm not going to say the actual word even though it is implied) for saying this but he was not exactly "good looking." I think we got that though when I said he wasn't that attractive but anyway. Sorry, I'm being shallow but at least I'm being honest.

I didn't tell him that though even though I was thinking it at the time. Well, you know what they say, right? If you've got nothing nice to say then don't say it at all. Honestly, I think this is so fake. I can't say what is on my mind because then it'll hurt them. It was funny though that I always thought of how others would feel but when it came to me, no one else thought of me or at least not how I would feel well, when I was in primary school anyway but this was high school and it wasn't the same thing. Thank god for that.

His question still floated around in mid air. "Will you go to Prom with me?" This was a senior asking out a freshman. He was four years older than me but how the heck do I turn him down without hurting him?

I heard the girls behind me... "say yes." They murmured. Already answering my question before I even got a chance to answer it on my own.

"Um? I don't have a dress?" Was the only excuse I could think of at the time.

"Don't worry I'll buy you one." He said. "I'll pay for all the expenses, all you have to do is accompany me to Prom."

"Why don't you ask someone else?" I said trying to wangle my way out of this situation without looking like a beach. "I'm not exactly in your age group." I said. It was true though so I wasn't lying. He was an 18 year old and I was 14.

Knowing these kind of events most seniors would go to the after party and that means he'd expect me to accompany him there too. He was legal, I wasn't. He could drink and I, I could not. Underage drinking I don't think so plus guys have other motives as well. I'm not that naive to not know this.

"Wow, whisked away by a senior." Most girls would fall head over heels for this. I'm not saying he was this type of guy but you can never be too sure. Maybe he was a decent guy but to be paying for everything and expecting only my company in return seemed a little, I don't know, strange. He would be paying for everything. What is his motive? Surely he was expecting something else other than just my company in return.

I just shook my head at this. "I'm sorry," I started with, "but age makes a big difference so unfortunately I'm declining." I said awkwardly as I stretched out the word declining. I felt like a teller telling a person in the queue with their groceries that their card had been declined.