>"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.