KISS: Casablanca High School

Ch 59: Dinner... (Multiple POVs)

GENE

"Mom, please! You have to let me go, I already promised a girl I'd take her, I can't just bail on her the night of the dance!" I cried, staring at her in horror. Her face was still stone cold and she shook her head, arms folded across her chest. "And why should I let you go to a dance? Why should I let you spend money on a dinner and a dance after you got yourself fired from your job for very good reason?" 

I rubbed my temples, starting to panic. "Mom please, it's my senior year, just let me go to the dance then you can ground me for the rest of my life! I'll find another job I swear it'll be fine I'll find an even better paying job!" 

To my relief, Mom let out a huge sigh, shaking her head again. "Fine. But you need to be back here by one. And I'm not budging on that." 

I gave her a huge hug, beaming. "Thank you thank you thank you! I'll be home before one I swear!" I said, before running upstairs and throwing on my suit, running a brush through my hair before twisting it up into a bun and finally looking at the group chat I hadn't been able to check since Tuesday.

"Alright, Olive Garden at 6:30 I can do that," I muttered, before texting Christie. 

Hey sorry I've been silent for a few days I got grounded what time do you want me to pick you up?

lol I know Paul told me how about 6? i'll give u my address

I smiled, straightening my tie. 6 I can do. All I have to do is play it cool and make it back by one, no problem.

Christie was looking absolutely stunning in a pale green dress, and she gave me a warm smile and a hug as I got out of my car. "You look nice!" she said, tugging at my tie. I grinned, resisting the urge to kiss her. "And you look beautiful. That color looks really good on you." 

She laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Thanks! You're a lucky man that you were able to come to the dance. I would've been preeetty pissed if you ditched me for my senior formal." 

I nodded, squeezing her shoulder. "But hey, I didn't, and that's all that matters. Now come on, let's get pictures over with so we can meet up with the rest of them," I said, slipping her corsage over her wrist. Laughing, she grabbed my hand, dragging me toward her house where her parents were waiting. 

ERIC

I looked at my reflection and wanted to slam my face into the bathroom counter. Why did my hair have to pick today of all days to be as uncooperative as possible? I mean come on, I couldn't show up to formal looking like I had stuck a fork in an electrical socket. 

I sent a quick snapchat to Bruce 'dude help I don't know what to do w my hair' and ran the brush through my hair again desperately, watching as it sprung back out of place. Dammit. 

My phone buzzed and I opened Bruce's snapchat, looking at his wrinkled suit and 'im screwed too man' with a smile. Well I guess if I'm not the only one who looks like a disheveled mess it'll be fine. 

I grabbed my dress shoes, trying to pull them on over my socks. After about five minutes of struggling which undid the little progress I had made on my hair, I was forced to accept that they didn't fit.

Well...damn. 

"Figures I couldn't have realized this any other day besides an hour before I have to be at dinner," I grumbled, looking at my phone. Okay make that half an hour since I needed to be at dinner. Which was 35 minutes away from where I lived. 

Heart pounding, I grabbed my nicest pair of shoes, sprinting downstairs to grab the corsage I had bought from Carrie from the fridge and giving my mom a quick hug. "Alright bye Mom bye Dad I'll see you guys later!" I cried, halfway out the door already. "Not so fast, Eric! We need to get at least one picture of you before you take off!" Mom said, pulling out her phone. "But Moooom I'm running late!" I protested, pointlessly, since I still posed for five minutes worth of pictures before finally being able to run out the door.