This is the Result of One Question?

Chapter 2

"What do you mean you're not asking me to prom?!" I rolled my eyes. I couldn't deal with this, with her, again. "We're supposed to be the 'it couple', Eli! We were going to be prom queen and king," Melody whined to me.

"Mel, honey," I say. "When guys ask girls to prom, it's because they want to, and aren't forced to." Melody looked at me with a shocked face, and I knew I needed to change my words, for my sake. "What I mean is: guys have to ask someone on their own, not by being bugged about it every single moment of the day." She puts her hands on her hips.

"What are you saying?" I put my hands to my face and rubbed. "Is there someone else that you wanted to ask?" Here she goes getting defensive; she always did when it came to us, and me and any other potential girl. She was clingy, it was like a mechanism of hers. We had never even been in a relationship. A couple of people have said once or twice that they thought we would make a couple.

"Look, it's not that there's another girl," I tell her quickly. I try to think of a good excuse for not taking her to my senior prom, and I remembered something. "See, the principle talked to this woman who was part of a homeschool group, and the girls have never been to a prom. So, he offered to have the guys that haven't asked anyone to ask someone that they might want to go with." Melody narrowed her eyes.

"So, you just happened to volunteer for some charity case to make some freshmen happy?" Charity case? That's a little harsh. But then again, it was Melody. She was Queen B of my school. I just nod my head, grin on my face because she believed everything.

"Yeah, and we will take them to our prom, and they'll have fun!" I didn't volunteer, I wasn't planning on doing that, but there was no way I was I taking Melody to my last prom.

"Well," she says briskly. "I hope she's pretty enough for you to not take me," Melody says, flipping her hair, and clacking her heels away from me. Once she turned the corner, I banged on the lockers twice, and some of my friends came out.

"You dodged a bullet man!" Jackson said, clapping his hand on my shoulder while laughing. And then he looks at me with a confused face. "I didn't know you were going to ask a stranger." I shrug my shoulders, and smirk.

"I didn't either, until Melody clacked up to me."

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When I got to the school, it was 12:30. A lot of other guys that said they would ask a girl out were there. I didn't recognize some of them, so I expected them to be in a different grade than me, and to have to get permission to leave school early. Since I was a senior, I could leave and take my free period whenever I wanted.

I should probably tell you who I am. I'm Eli Anderson. I'm 17 years old, and have lived in Orlando, Florida for about 4 years. Before that, I lived in Texas. I like the arts, so anything like singing, dancing, or acting is easy to do when I want to waste time. But now I'm about to graduate, and I couldn't be more relieved. I hate my school and 90% of everyone in it with a passion.

I walked in first. The others were a little hesitant to go in, but I wanted to get it over with. Once the guys saw, they followed, and I wasn't blaming them. When you try and ask someone to prom, its nerve racking, not to mention that you don't even know the person. I don't think that the girls were expecting us, because I saw everyone scattered, chatting amongst themselves. But when we entered the building, they all got quiet.

They looked at us as if we were a foreign species. I could see why to, because, no offense to the boys here, but they were all short, and the guys from my school were hovering over everyone. I'm guessing that the boys here were all under 9th grade, and hadn't hit their growth spurts yet. Let's hope so, anyway.