It was time for prom. I had never, ever been more nervous in my life. My classmates, they were all used to my normal apparel; jeans, baggy sweatshirts, sneakers. Now this, this was an all new me. A me that had come out of her shell. Her inner beauty has shown up and taken over. I wasn't the shy quiet girl who kept to herself. My outfit screamed out-going and exciting.*
I had climbed into my car and was on the highway. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I think my palms were sweating. I'd never acted like this about a school function before. What was so special about prom?*
I pulled into the school parking lot and pulled into a spot. I had no idea how this was going to go down. It could blow up in my face, or it could be an advantage to me. I wasn't a good judge of my own appearance, so maybe I looked hideous. I also had very low self esteem, so that could be a contributor.*
I got out of my car and closed the door, palms clammy and my face was flushed. What was I doing? Prom? Was I kidding myself? I had completely lost my mind. I wasn't paying attention, so when a very expensive looking car honked at me from my right, I looked over and saw a man with a beard and pale skin driving, and a familiar teenage boy in the passengers. I waved for an apology with a timid smile, then scurried out of the way. I ran into the school and paid for my entry. Leave it to Harris High School in Mustang to make their students pay for a good time.*
"I came to win,
I came to win,
I walked into the gym and saw tons of people, all dancing and having a good time. I immediately walked over to the bleachers and took a seat on the bottom. Very few people paid any mind to me, which I was use to by then.*
"Hey," a voice said. The owner sat next to me. I raised an eyebrow and looked at them. It was none other than school president, Robby Hayes.
"Are you new? I haven't seen you around before," he said. I rolled my eyes.*
"Oh, you've seen me before. I just kind of changed my look for today," I shrugged.*
"What's your name? I'm Robby."
"I know. I'm Taylor."
"Yes, sir. Why?"
"Because you look seriously different. Like, super hot."
I felt my cheeks heat up and I knew I was blushing. "Well, you can be on your way," I said, trying to get him out of my hair.*
"Why don't you come dance with us?" he asked, pointing to his 'posse'.*
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"Why are you all alone? Waiting for someone?"
"I don't want to be here."
"Why not? It's prom! Live a little!"*
"I'm okay. Thanks, Robby."
"Alright. See you around, Taylor Mack," he said. I waved sat back. I watched as the gym filled up, and more and more people started getting louder.*
"Hey, hey, hey!" our principal, Ms. Brown yelled. "Are we having a good time?" The crowd erupted in screams and I kept quiet. "You guys ready to see who our celebrity is?" she yelled. More cheering. "Give it up for..."*
Drum roll for dramatic effect? Gag me with a spoon.
"Justin Bieber!" Every girl in the room screamed so loud, deafening me in record time. Then, a dirty blonde, choppy haired boy jumped onto the stage with a microphone.*
"Hey, guys! I'd like to say, 'hey!' and sorry to the girl in the light blue dress that we almost ran over," he chuckled. Me? Couldn't be. He scanned the crowd of teenagers, then looked at the bleachers. I swear, when his eyes landed on me, he winked. He winked at me. I shook my head. No way. No, no, no. I came to this prom to be ignored. A few people caught on to his wink and looked at me, so I smiled timidly and waved. "So, who wants to hear me sing?" Everyone screamed.
"Not me," I said. I got up and walked over to the concessions table and bought a Coke. I walked back to my spot and sat, enjoying my cola.
"If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go. I can take you places you ain't never been before. Baby take a chance or you'll never ever know. I got money in my hands that I'd really like to blow."
He went on about swagging on a girl and eating fondue. This was a weird song.
"I'd like to be everything you want. Hey, girl, lemme talk to you."
Whatever. I just sat back and chilled. A few guys asked me to dance with them but I graciously denied. I wanted to stay low-key and out of sight, out of mind. I'd never be in anyone's mind anyway, but still. Apparently that night, I was on the four boys' minds that extended their hands, expecting me to grab it and thrash out to Justin Bieber with them, but no. "Sorry," I'd say. "I'm not in the mood. How about you ask her?" Then, I'd point to another lonely girl and they'd run over so sweetly and cheer up that girl, making their night special.
"Okay, guys. I'm going to take a break. But DJ Mike has a slow song up after my girl Rihanna, so make sure to grab that special lady and sweep her onto the dance floor," Bieber said. Then he ran off and high-fived a large African American fellow. I was looking around, and as Rihanna's "Umbrella," an old playback, rang through my ears, I hummed along. I saw Justin Bieber talking to some girls, making them blush and giggle moronically.
"It's rainin', rainin', ooh, baby, it's rainin', rainin'," I sang. I had been pretty subtle and quiet, but didn't notice that the song had changed from the quick pop song, to the slow, steady beat of Paramore's "Only Exception". I was looking down at my red, plastic cup, bored out of my mind, when a pair of purple sneakers parked themselves in front of my own white flats. A hand extended towards me, probably hoping I'd dance. "Listen, I don't want to-" I looked up and stopped myself. Justin Bieber was standing in front of me. He probably wants money, or my drink, or my seat or something. He doesn't want my hand.
"Want to dance?" he asked. My jaw dropped, as did my stomach. I looked around, and behind me, but nobody seemed close enough to be a misunderstanding.
"M - Me?" she asked. She was stunned. Was it that weird that a guy would ask a beautiful girl like her to dance?
"I'm not really -"
"Please. Do me the honor?"
She looked around again, probably wondering, Is he serious?
She hesitantly placed her hand in my own, putting her cup on the floor. I brought her to her feet and led her o the floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I her waist. "So," I said. "What's your name?"
"Taylor," she said. "Taylor Mack."
it's just.. just so beautiful.
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i am currently writing nine fanfics.
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