Prom Night

Prom Night


Hello and happy Thursday. I recently read 21 Proms and for some odd reason it inspired me to tell you about my own prom night. Now, it probably wasn’t like any prom story you’ve heard or read, but it’s my story and I want to share it. Let’s get started, shall we?

Everyone knows prom doesn’t actually begin on prom night but weeks before. It begins with the dress, the shoes, and finding a date. Okay, I guess the girls who had a boyfriend didn’t have to actually find a date, but I didn’t have one, so I was in the lookout. And okay, it’s not like I was desperately searching for one either; I did want to go to prom with someone other than my best friends, but I knew the chances of meeting the love of my life there were very small. Add to that the fact that I was super into David, the assistant volleyball coach, and I was counting on his presence to make my night better, even if I could just admire from afar.

Proms were not a thing in my school; we actually won ours in a contest so the music was provided and with our tickets we paid for the venue or something like that. I don’t really know, I wasn’t part of the prom committee.

A teacher who had a crush on me (ew, I know) kept teasing me about inviting David to prom. Obviously he was joking, which was still inappropriate because he was talking about one of his colleagues, a fellow teacher to me, a student. I didn’t need to invite David though, because after getting rejected by another guy I had a crush on, a girl whom I’d never really liked offered to set me and my two best friends up. She had these friends who wanted to go to prom and were willing to go with us. That was a great arrangement because the tickets were actually for couples, so I didn’t have to pay anything extra for my date.

We talked on Facebook a few days before the prom, just to discuss the logistics of where we’d meet. He was not attractive in the slightest, which was a disappointment because for a minute there I thought it would’ve been great to spend prom night with a guy I actually liked.

The day came and I met my date at a friend’s house where we’d get the party started. I also met my best friend’s date, and even though he wasn’t super attractive either, I felt like he was attractive enough for prom night. Don’t worry, this isn’t the story of how I stole my best friend’s date.

We got to the venue and it was like the universe had conspired against me: the guy who had rejected me was there, as well as two of my former cruses, with their girlfriends, one of which didn’t even go to our school. But guess who wasn’t around. That’s right, David didn’t show up to prom, despite the fact that he’d promised the girls from the volleyball team that he’d go.

After an hour or so, and an episode of awkward dancing brought to you by my date, I ditched him. He had a friend who was two years younger than me and who attended my school, so he stayed with her. And now I was alone. Somehow I ended in a circle dancing very close to my former crushes (and their girlfriends) and I saw fit to have this sort of meltdown in which I just told my best friend’s date all the ways in which the night was going wrong for me. Mind you, that night was the first I saw him and I was pouring my heart out to him as if he were a shrink or something.

The night ended and I went in a taxi with my best friend and her prom date. We left my best friend at her house and then, while we were going to my house (to drop me off, don’t get any ideas), he told me he had this party and did I want to go. I refused. I mean, I knew there had been something between us but he was a stranger and it was 3 am and I was tired. I woke up the next morning to a friend request on Facebook. When I saw my best friend’s profile, I hesitated a little bit before deleting it.

How was your prom night? Tell me about it in the comments.

Happy Thursday!

Love, Miss Camila

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