a night to remember

The Ask

You wake up this morning with the first thing on your mind being, today is just not it. You can feel it in your bones, trying to drag you down like an anchor back into bed, because they know already that you aren't feeling your best. You haven't felt your best in a while.

However, you had an AP Calc test to take today, and you couldn't let whatever unexplainable feeling in your gut keep you from that grind, so you force yourself out of bed nonetheless. You quickly unplug your iPhone from its charger to check through the notifications. There's one, from Elon Musk talking about how he's planning something big, but it's too early in the morning for you to decipher his cryptic shit. Besides that, there's just a notification on top from your best friend that says, DRESS NICELY in all caps.

But it's a Friday! You complain to yourself, silently cursing at your friend for making you put effort into how you look. You don't even know what it could possibly be for, and you look temptingly at the perfectly comfy pair of sweatpants lying on your chair. But alas, if your best friend said something cryptic like that, you have to listen.

So, you put on a nice, flowy blouse with a pair of black skinny jeans. You don't put effort in even attempting to put on makeup, though, because fuck you, that's why. So, you brush your hair out and put on some dangling earrings, hoping that will distract people from actually looking at your face.

You get to the kitchen and take out a bowl of leftovers, warming it up quickly in the microwave. Just as you sit down, you realize that it's already 7:50! You shove the food down your throat and nearly choke as you scramble back to your room to grab your backpack and keys.

It is definitely not a good day.

You make it through the school day relatively okay, but there's far more downs than ups. You realize that there was an AP Bio test that you completely forgot to study, as well as a French skit that you have yet to memorize. In addition, the Calc test was... not very fun, to say the least. But getting to go to Leadership and hanging out with your bois made you a bit happier. It's Friday, anyways.

But then, it hits you. It's Friday. It's the Friday before prom. A prom that you decided last minute not to go to, even though you've spent all of your freshman and sophomore year dreaming about. It's not like you don't want to go, you would love to! But all of your friends have dates, and you didn't want to be the 3rd or 5th or 7th or 9th or 11th or God forbid, the 13th wheel. Even though there were a good number of people who you would have gone with, even just as friends, you were never asked, and you were too much of a pussy to ask anyone else.

So, prom just is something that's not going to happen, and that fills you with a hopelessness that falls close to kamikaze pilot on the scale of suicidal-ness.

"Why you sad?" Your best friend asks you during class, and you can't help but reply with a deep, longing sigh.

"IDK, nan molla..." you reply, even though you know it's something that's supposed to cheer you up.

"Y/N, are you ok? Seriously, what's wrong?"

You can feel tears gathering in your eyes, threatening to spill out and onto the tedious worksheet that you have already spent 5 long minutes filling out.

"Nothing, nothing." You aren't too good at hiding your emotions.

Your best friend puts a comforting hand on your shoulder and pats it. "Aw, it'll be alright. The day will end up being great."

"How is it supposed to be great if I can't even go to prom? Or pass my classes? Or get a date? This is so unfair, life is so unfair."

There's a mischievous twinkle behind your best friend's eyes. She tamps it down, though.