Trailer by: Killikal  💕

Logan's smile is just...😍😍😍😍

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We walked through the hallway with his arms around me, and he was bugging me about prom.

That stupid prom.

"Come on, Sid. You can't skip prom. You just can't!" He whined like a baby. "Prom is like the highlight of High School. People say that you'll miss half of your life if you miss prom. Besides, I don't think your mom would ever approve of you ditching it, so it's better to say yes already, right?"

I groaned in annoyance. "Why should I go? Considering of what happened last year." I pouted and crossed my arms, letting him know that I was really annoyed.

You see, last year's prom was the worst night of my life. I repeat, WORST night of my life. Why? Let me explain.

There are two things that I hate about promenades.

1. Wearing ball gowns

2. Prom Kings and Queens

I mean, why do we need to wear ball gowns? We could wear jeans and still dance, right? Ball gowns and heels are uncomfortable, how could I even dance?

Anyway, why did I hate last year's prom?

1. I had to wear a ball gown

2. I almost won Prom Queen

It was really awkward getting voted as one of the nominees. And when I say awkward, I mean really really really awkward. Imagine it. I hated prom, prom ball gowns, and prom pageants. Then, like Zeus hit me with his lightning bolt, I got nominated.

I wanted to go home so bad that night, even before I got nominated, but Ed wouldn't let me. I even tried acting like I was crying, but he knew me better than anyone did so he figured out I was faking it.

The school's way of choosing prom queen was first having the nominees. All those present in the program have to vote. Top 5 girls to get the most votes, gets to be the nominees. As the highlight of the show, the nominees have to walk around the stage while the judges judge them (Well, it is their job).

If you're wondering how Ed and I got to go to prom even though we were still sophomores, it was because some seniors asked us to be their dates. Mine was Harold Wiles while his was Jenny Edison. It was unbelievable how they still allowed sophomores to get nominated, even though we were only there as a date. I mean, we weren't even supposed to be there!

Coronation took place at the end of the night, because they all said it was to have everyone go home happy and satisfied. Well, I didn't go home happy and satisfied.

When they announced me as one of the nominees, they had to drag me all the way to the stage just to get me in the competition. It was embarrassing, I knew that, but I wanted to run away so bad that I didn't care what others would think anymore. But of course, they overpowered me.

When we had to walk around the stage, the other girls walked with such poise, grace and sass. I, on the other hand, walked like I was strolling at the park. With an ape.

And then, even though I was not prom queen worthy (obviously), I ranked second. Like, was it a mix up or something?

I hated it. Very much. But I figured at least I didn't win. If I won, I would've thrown the crown away. Luckily, Aubrey Hart, Ed's crush, won, while a senior named Genevieve Rodriguez won as second Runner-up.

"Of course you would've been nominated. You were so beautiful that night, Sidney! You can't blame me, and them, for voting you. You were the most beautiful girl that night, in my opinion." He said and I suddenly felt a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. But I ignored it. I knew it would be useless to concentrate on it.

"Only if you hadn't walked like a zombie, you would've won." He said and started chuckling, so I punched his arms playfully.

I looked at him straight in the eye. "What," I scoffed. "You want ME to win more than you want Aubrey to win?" I asked, emphasizing the word 'me'. But the truth? It was a double meaning.

Ed had this huge crush towards her, and he didn't even have the slightest clue that I had a crush on him. Every time he talks to me about Aubrey, my heart just breaks into pieces. I had to act happy and interested, when inside I was slowly breaking apart. But that's the consequence of loving your best friend, right?

"Of course I'll choose you," he said like it was obvious but I tried to hide my shock. He had liked Aubrey for months. He would blabber all about her every week. And everytime he talked about her, I just wanna shove her in his mouth. And no, of course it's not jealousy. Oh, who am I kidding. Of course I'm jealous.

"You're my best friend Sid, of course I'll still choose you." My shock immediately vanished the moment he said the word "best friend". Of course, I was the best friend. What did I even expect?

Expectations always lead to disappointments. It's the thing that I remind myself when I wake up in the morning, but it is also the thing that I always forget.

I hid the hurt that I felt and played stubborn. "Whatever. I still won't go." I crossed my arms. "Besides, I don't have a date." I said while smirking, knowing that I had a reason not to go to prom.

He rolled his eyes. "How would you have a date when you turned them all down?" He said and I smiled at my foolishness.

It was true. About five guys already asked me, and prom was two months away! Of course, I turned them all down. I didn't want to go through the same horror, again.

But my happiness was quickly changed with my heart beating fast when he said, "If you don't want them as your date, then I will be your date."

Was it a sign? Was  it the opportunity? Should I go to something that I hated with all my high school life just to be with him? No, Sidney. He just said that so you would go. He really wants Aubrey to be his date. The voice in my head said.

I crossed my arms like I was challenging him. "Oh really? I thought you would ask Aubrey?" I asked demanding for an answer. I sounded like I wanted him to say yes, but deep inside I was wishing for him to say no.

He scratched the back of his head. "Well, yes. But I haven't asked her yet, so I still don't have a date. Which means I can be yours." He grinned. It was obvious that he really wanted me to go.

What I found odd was that he picked me, over Aubrey. I knew that I was his best friend, but Ed was so deeply in love to Aubrey that I think he dreams of dancing with her every single night.

Odd feeling in my stomach started invading, but I still didn't want to go to prom. I didn't want to humiliate my self in front of everybody, again.

"That's sweet." I said then pinched his cheeks. "But no. Still won't go." I hurriedly ran to the room before him so he won't bug me anymore.

Oh, I forgot to mention. There was this BIG coincidence that we were on the same class on ALL our subjects. I repeat, ALL our subjects.

I had no idea if there was just a mix up with our schedules, or we were just really on the same class together coincidentally. But I think it was the mix up. Ed just wouldn't let me go to the office to complain, which he hesitated to explain why.

I was happy, of course, because I got to see him the most, considering we still hang out in my room after class. But it was also disappointing because I always end up staring at him and wondering if I would only be his best friend, forever.

We entered the classroom, and as expected, we were late. Mr. Johnson was on his back, writing something on the black board. (A big question though, why is it called a black board when it's not even black?)

Ed and I tiptoed going inside, hoping Mr. Johnson wouldn't see us. But with Mr. Johnson's senses? There was no doubt that we got caught. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Matthews and Ms. Stewart." Mr. Johnson said and crossed his arms. His face was really disappointed. The same face he gives to us every single day. "I would let you stay outside for the whole period, but I cannot for my discussion today is incredibly important. So sit down." He gestured towards our seats, which was located in the middle of the room. Relief was all over me.

The reason why we sat in the middle was that: 1. I don't listen to class so I wanted to sit at the very back of the room. 2. Ed listens to everything the teacher says so he wants to sit in the front. 3. We both wanted to sit together, so after arguing, we ended up sitting in the middle.

Ed and I hurriedly sat on our seats in great relief. If we didn't get to attend the class, Ed would've been devastated since he liked to keep his grades on track. I, on the other hand, just wanted to pass.

"That was a close one." He whispered as Mr. Johnson continued his discussion. "But I'm still not done with you about prom." He reminded and I was just really fighting the urge to jump out of the window.

I wanted to rip my head off. "Will you please stop?" I pleaded, minimizing my voice so that no one could hear me, especially Mr. Johnson. I do like Edward, but sometimes I just wanna kick him right in the face.

"I won't stop until you say yes." He whispered and I could tell that he was smirking. Mr. Johnson was talking about Impediments and he seemed so caught up with it so he didn't notice our conversation.

"Why are you so eager for me to go to prom? I mean, it's two months away!" I complained, which came out of my mouth a bit too loud. I looked around, but it seemed that no one heard me. Or they just really didn't care.

"Because I know you. If I can't make you promise, you won't come." He said.

I rolled my eyes. "Why don't you just go with Aubrey? You like her, and I'm just your best friend." I answered though it took me some guts to say it. It hurts when it actually comes from my own mouth.

"I do like Aubrey, but what's the point of going if you won't go?" He said obviously tired with the argument. "Besides, I'm not sure if Aubrey would say yes. A lot had already asked her you know. All of them, rejected."

I turned my head on the other side. "Maybe she's waiting for you." I said not loud enough for him to hear.

"What?!" He asked a bit to loud and I bit my lip because I was pretty sure Mr. Johnson heard it.

"Dylan, Sidney, stand up." Mr. Johnson commanded. Ed and I looked at each other for a while, understanding that we were both in trouble, then stood up.

Oh yeah. I call him Ed, while everyone calls him by his first name, Dylan. I'm his bestfriend so I get to call him in a unique one.

"You two were late, which distracted my class. Now you two are talking, and again you distracted my class." He crossed his arms and glared at us. "It seemed like you two were talking about something, important I suppose? Mind sharing it to the class?" He said and gestured towards all of our classmates. "Share what you were talking about, Dylan."

Ed looked at me, asking for help. There was even a bead of sweat on his forehead. I wanted to help him , but I didn't know how. I gave him a "your on your own" look and shrugged. Yes, it's official. I am the best friend ever in the world.

"Come on. Don't be shy. Share it to the class." He tapped his shoes showing that he didn't want his time to be wasted. Every tap made my heart beat go faster and faster.

Ed started sweating on his nevk, which in his case, looked hot. But then I shook my head with thought. We were in trouble and all I was thinking was how hot my best friend was?

"We were, uh, we were talking about, about," Ed stuttered. Then, he looked at me. "We were talking about Aubrey."

I looked at him with wide eyes. "You were talking about... Ms. Hart?" Mr. Johnson asked, confused. Even I my self was so confused I got caught up and stared at him for a few seconds.

Ed bit his lip. I was pretty sure he regretted what he said. Even Dora would know because it was obvious. And being the best friend ever, I leaned close to him and whispered, "There's no turning back."

He shot me a glare. "Yeah. Thanks a lot for the help." He shot at me though I knew he was playing. So, I played as well.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Your sarcasm is really of the charts." I chuckled.

He shrugged. "Better say that to your self."

That moment, I was laughing so hard inside. I would've literally jumped for laughing, but Mr. Johnson said, "Dylan, detention after class."

I was about to ask Mr. Johnson about my punishment, but he said, "Same for you Sidney. You two are inseparable are you?" I sort of blushed. He was right. We were inseparable. But I hope it would last forever.

. . .

At lunch, I raced with Ed towards the cafeteria. Which we did almost everyday. As usual, I was first. "You got me in detention. You owe me a burger." I said as he finally reached the table.

"No fair. Both of us were talking." He complained, still running out of breath.

There was a little sweat on his forehead, and honestly, he looked hot. Of course I just kept that to my self. Or should I say, I'll be keeping that to my self until the last beat of my heart and last breath of my mouth and the last flow of my blood.

Okay, that was way cheesy.

"Yes," I raised my finger as if I was stating a fact. "But we wouldn't have been talking if you weren't bugging me about prom. It still was your fault, Ed. Now go and get my burger. My belly's growling." I shooed him.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course it's growling. It's too big, it's strangling your pants." He teased.

I punched his arm playfully. He played along. "Fine. I'll get the burger." He raised his hands in defeat and stood up. "You're lucky you're my best friend and I love you." He pointed on my nose then left.

I watched his back as he was walking away. Million thoughts ran through my mind with what he said, but I tried really hard to forget about it.

Besides, I had detention after class. Mr. Johnson would surely tell it to my mom. They went to the same high school so they were very close. Mom even told me about the time they caused a cafeteria fight. Who would've thought that the guy who threw a sandwich to his teacher would someday be a teacher too?

I tried to think of an excuse to mom. Maybe I could tell her this one: "Mom it was Ed's fault. He talked to me first."

It was a great one, because mom never gets mad to Ed. That moment, I wasn't sure if I was the one who liked Ed, or my mom.

I'm kidding, of course.

But another problem came to my mind. What if mom asks what we were talking about? I surely can't tell mom that I'm skipping prom. She'll surely do anything to make me go. She'll maybe even lock me in my room until I say yes.

Yes. She can do that.

But then again, if I lie, Ed would just blurt out the truth. So, it was no use. He knew mom would side him.

I was so deep in my thoughts when Ed came back. "Here's your burger, madam." He said as he placed the burger in front of me.

I scooted the plate away and said, "Nah, I'm not hungry anymore. Throw it in the trash." I pointed my finger towards the garbage bin beside the table.

He looked at me with a dead face. "Are you, for whoever's sake, serious?"

He looked at me for about ten seconds until I finally bursted out laughing. "Ed, you should've seen your face. It was hilarious!" I laughed so hard, some students started looking at me. But I didn't care.

He buried his face on his hands. "Can't believe I fell for that." He groaned.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course I'll eat it. You know me Ed. I never say no to food." I raised my eyebrow. It was true. Whenever it came to food, never have I ever said no.

"Good point." He said and I started laughing again.

. . .

When I got home, mom was waiting for me in the living room. Ed was behind me. "Sidney Elizabeth Stewart. Why were you and Dylan in detention?" She demanded and placed her hands on her waist.

I looked at Ed for help. He just chuckled. 'Thanks for the help.' I mentally said to my self. Wow, I'm talking sarcasm to myself.

I scratched my elbow. "Well, one is because we were late." I smiled, but it was fake.

She waved her hand in front of her. "That's not a new one. Surely there's a more acceptable reason than that." She looked at me in the eye. Slowly by slowly, my skin started to feel numb.

This time, I scratched my scalp. "Mr. Johnson caught us talking to each other in class." I gestured me and Ed.

"Hmm." She placed her finger under her chin as if thinking deeply. "What were you two talking about?" She asked. My worst fear just came.

"We were talking about Aubrey Hart." I said and bit my lip. Mom knew Aubrey because of last year's prom. She hated her.

She looked at me speculatively. He turned to Ed. "Dylan, is this true?" (See? She trusted him more than she trusted me.)

He shrugged. "Partly." He then took a glance at me. My eyes widened. I'm dead. Goodbye World.

"Partly? Why?" Mom asked intriguingly and crossed her arms. She glanced at me.

"We were arguing about prom." He said. I elbowed him. He chuckled, leaned to me, and whispered, "It was my fault, wasn't it?" I mentally slapped my self. I would've traded my burger for this.

"Oh. What about prom?" Mom asked, quickly interested in the topic.

Ed grinned. He knew he'll win. "She said she won't attend prom."

My mom eyes widened, and I could almost see smoke coming out from her nose. "WHAT?!" She screamed.

"Sidney. You. Are. Going. To. Prom."

. . .

Hey guys. How was it?

Z.