RD picks Anon for prom


                                            >"And I pick..."

                                            >>"YOU!"

                                            >"YES, YOU!"

                                            >"The guy with the green skin and no eyes!"

                                            >"How's it sound taking the single coolest, fastest, awesomest and hottest girl at CHS to the prom?!"

                                            >Everyone turns around to meet your eyes.

                                            >Deep silence engulfs the cafeteria, everyone waiting for a response.


                                            >You stand there.

                                            >Flabbergasted.

                                            >Dumbstruck.

                                            >If memory serves, shes Rainbow Dash.

                                            >And she is indeed actually popular here.

                                            >So why the ever loving FUCK was she even talking to you?

                                            >Other then that one time where she needed test answers and your too far beyond giving a fuck to say no.

                                            >Still, keep your wits about you.

                                            >This is obviously a trick.

                                            >Nothing more then a prank to make you look stupid in front of all the other kids.

                                            >Just walk away...

                                            "I... uh... what?"

                                            >Okay, not exactly according to plan.

                                            >No matter.

                                            >There is still plenty of time to just turn around and-

                                            >"Thats right! YOU and ME!" She says, her confidance unwavering.

                                            >Quickly, before this becomes too awkward! Leave! Less you be made a fool!

                                            "Ohhkay?" You mutter, with obvious anxiety in your voice.

                                            >YOU FOOL!

                                            >YOU FOOLISH FOOL!

                                            >"Awesome!" She gets in your face, "We're gonna have SO much fun! Its gonna be the most awesomest prom because you're with me!"

                                            >She gives you a quick hug and runs off into the hallway.

                                            >Moments pass and eventually the cafeteria returns to its normal unintellgble audible noise.

                                            >Whelp, you're fucked.

                                            >Six ways from Sunday.

                                            >God only knows how the hell going to prom even works.

                                            >Or even if shes being serious or if you're just being setup.

                                            >Like that movie with the girl and the blood...

                                            >God having pyschic powers would be awesome.

                                            >Oh wait the prom!

                                            >This sucks...


                                            >Sitting in english class, you contemplate your situation.

                                            >Stuck in the mire of doubt and anxiety.

                                            >The teacher prattles on about words, words, and more words.

                                            >So many words...

                                            >"Anonymous!"

                                            >Fuck.

                                            "Hm?"

                                            >"Just because the year is almost over doesn't mean you get to space out in my class."

                                            >You sigh.

                                            >"You're already at risk of failing for the year, so you may want to pay attention."

                                            >You give a slight nod.

                                            "My bad."

                                            >"Good. Now then, when Ceaser got stabbed in back, what was it he said to blah blah blah...."

                                            >Your mind drifts away once more.

                                            >Back to that decisive moment.

                                            >The sublime moment of your undoing.

                                            >It won't stop replaying in your head.

                                            >The way she looked at you..

                                            >Those big, pretty eyes of hers.

                                            >That slim, athletic and tone figure from her years of playing sports.

                                            >God shes hot.

                                            >Just imagine her naked body on top of yours...

                                            >You catch yourself.

                                            >And... yep.

                                            >Boner.

                                            >QUICK! Think of lawnmowers!

                                            >The smell of fresh cut grass on a hot summer morning!

                                            >Baseball!

                                            >Ok that did it.

                                            >Good thing this hoodie covers part of your waist.

                                            >Only another moment goes by and your thinking of it again.

                                            >How she happily skipped to you after you said yes and surprised you with that hug.

                                            >She was warm...

                                            >And the expression on her face when she did.

                                            >She seemed so happy.

                                            >A debate rages on in your mind.

                                            >Do you actually go?

                                            >Maybe shes serious.

                                            >No... shes /way/ out of your league.

                                            >God a ciggerette sounds awesome right now.

                                            >Fucking school security started patrolling more around and under the bleachers by the soccer field more thoroughly now that the year is ending.

                                            >Can't catch kids fucking in between classes.

                                            >Just imagine getting a sloppy blowy from Rainbow Dash behind one of thoe bleachers...

                                            >You'd be all sweaty and shes slobbin' your nob like no tomorrow.

                                            >Annnd boner again.

                                            >This sucks.