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“I swear if I have to tell one more girl that I’m not going to prom, I’m going to fly off the handle,” Dave told you as a very sad looking girl sauntered away from the two of you, “How many times can I say that high school prom is the last place a cool kid like me would ever be caught? Only those stupid cool wannabes would even consider that.”
Really that boy was starting to piss you off. A whole week of subtle and not so subtle hints that you wanted him to ask you to prom and he obliviously says things like that. Or maybe it’s not so oblivious and he’s really trying to tell you that he’s not interested? It didn’t matter which one was correct because either way it just made him a douchebag.
Everyone had been telling you that you should stay away from Dave Strider, but like a fool you never listened to them and made friends anyway. Maybe it was about time you realized that nothing good was ever going to come from talking to him and moved on. You knew that it would be hard, but pining after Strider was never going to do anything but help his already inflated ego.
It was time for a change.

You were finally done, but kept returning to the mirror to make sure that no curl was out of place. You were bubbling with nervous excitement as you waited eagerly for the doorbell to ring. Distancing yourself from Dave had been killing you, it felt more like you stared at him more than you had ever talked to him. But now wasn’t the time to think about it. Once you realized that all boys weren’t like Dave, it took all of two seconds to find a date for prom.
The doorbell rang and you jumped up. In your excitement, you completely forgot to check who it was at the door, who else could it be but Brandon?
Standing in front of your house was none other than the coolest kid, and biggest prick, you knew, Dave Strider. You stood there, in shock while he instantly started talking.
“Hey ______________, so tonight I was thinking that we would—what are you wearing?” he says and the halfway through realizes that you’re in a gorgeous floor length evening gown that flowed down your body like it was made for your curves. Your hair is up into tight curled ringlets and even though you normally don’t bother wearing any, you’re eyes and lips are deepened with light touches of makeup. He stares at you for a second and then recovers.
“Whoa, I didn’t expect you to dress up for me,” he says with a smirk and you give an angry sigh.
“It’s not for you. I can’t do whatever it is that you wanted because I’m going to prom tonight,” you say matter of factly, totally catching him off guard. Your voice has a kind of resigned anger to it, like you really don’t want to talk to him right now
“Wait, prom? Really? With who?” he presses you, you hadn’t ever seen him this off-balanced.
“Yup. Did you just assume that I wasn’t going? Why do you care who I’m going with,” you can’t keep a bitter tone out of your voice.
He’s about to say something that you’re sure will highlight the fact that he’s a self-absorbed douche, but you’re both interrupted by a car pulling into the driveway. Brandon climbs out wearing a dashing tuxedo and he walks up to the two of you, still at the doorway. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything?” he says with a sweet smile. You smile back, but you can’t seem to make it reach your eyes. You and Brandon had decided to go as friends. Having Dave here ruined a what would have been a happy smiling-with-eyes moment.
“Nope. Dave was just leaving,” you say, shooting him a glance and then stepping out into the porch, closing the door behind you. “I’m ready.”
“You look amazing,” he says, staring you down almost exactly like Dave had, minus the shock.
“Thanks,” you giggled and then Dave cleared his throat. You had almost forgotten that he was there. Almost.
“I’ll see you later, then, Dave,” you said and stepped away from him. He grabbed your arm lightly and you looked back at him.
“We need to talk later,” he said, his voice emotionless.
“Sure.” You said and then left.

You ended up having a wonderful time at prom, for that couple of hours you forgot all thoughts of Dave and ended up getting closer to Brandon than you thought you would. He was really sweet and caring and everything that Dave wasn’t. However, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t quite get the same feeling of excitement you did whenever Dave talked to you. You would just have to settle, there’s no way that a guy like Dave would ever fall for you anyway.
You didn’t hear anything from Dave all weekend, cementing your thoughts that you weren’t important enough to cross his mind. On Monday at school, Brandon was there to walk you from your car and to all your classes. You had no idea how many classes he shared with you until then. You had been so absorbed in Dave that you hadn’t even looked anywhere else. You took a moment to revel in the newfound freedom that you were feeling.
Finally at the end of seventh period, Brandon had not been in your art class with you, Dave cornered you alone, literally catching you with your back to a wall so that you couldn’t walk away until you heard what he had to say. You had been late getting out and there wasn’t anyone in sight.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to prom?” he got straight to the point, “and with that douchebag?” He had just stepped over the line.
Thanking God that there was no one around to see you make this little scene, you yelled, “DAVE STRIDER, I DID EVERYTHING BUT ASK YOU TO PROM AND YOU KEPT BLOWING ME OFF, SO WHY DO YOU CARE THAT I EVEN WENT? ON TOP OF THAT, THERE’S NO FUCKING REASON FOR YOU TO BE CALLING ANYONE A DOUCHEBAG!” You would have stayed and yelled at him longer, but you caught sight of Brandon walking around the corner looking for you. You put a hand on Strider’s chest and pushed him aside. It was only easy because he was so shocked.
You and Brandon walked away and when you were out of the school you let the misery take over your face. One look at you and Brandon seemed to understand.
“You really like him don’t you?” he asked, keeping his face blank.
Finally you just nodded and said, “I’m really sorry, but I guess I do, as hopeless and stupid as it is. I wish I didn’t because it’ll never happen.”
“If you knew how wrong you were….” Brandon began and then looked at you and sighed, “If you had ever seen the way he acts around you. It’s me that never had a chance, but it’s alright I understand.”
Now you were completely torn between so many emotions that you couldn’t register all of them. You froze up and he took the opportunity to kiss you on the cheek and then retreat. You stood there for a couple more minutes in front of the school alone, trying to gather your thoughts. Finally you just decided to grab all your things and go home. You’d deal with everything later.

That night at 7 the doorbell rang at your house. You had been half expecting it and half telling yourself that you were stupid for hoping it. For the second time in four days, Dave Strider was outside your door. You slowly answered it and he wouldn’t meet your eyes.
“Hey, ______________. I just wanted to apologize. I have no idea how I didn’t see what a complete prick I was being and there’s probably no way for me to make it up to you,” he said and you were in shock. Hearing this cool kid apologize was something for the recordbooks. Maybe Brandon was right.
“I know why you didn’t realize it, because you’re an oblivious, self-centered, insensitive pig,” you say and he looks up at you, but doesn’t try and defend himself. You figured that you really had nothing to lose now. “I have no idea why I’ve had a crush on that particular pig for so long.” There. You said it. No going back now. All you could do was wait for his reaction.
Instead of using words, Dave just stepped closer to you and then crashed his lips into yours. You were surprised at first, but quickly recovered and kissed him back. It was all you had dreamed of and more. He was gentle at first, but the kiss quickly morphed into something deeper and you let yourself be sucked into it. His arms snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to him, holding you so tight that you couldn’t tell where your body ended and his began.
Finally you both realized that you couldn’t live without oxygen and broke apart. You were panting slightly, but Dave seemed unfazed, a light smile touching his lips.
“So maybe there is a way for me to make it up to you?” he mused, still holding you in his arms.
“Well I guess you can try,” you said and laughed. Then he led you into your house and he sat down on the couch. You were going to sit next to him, but he grabbed your arm while you were off balanced and pulled you into his lap. You spent the next couple of hours kissing and murmuring teasing words until you finally fell asleep draped across his chest. You were happier than you had been in a very long time.

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“I swear if I have to tell one more girl that I’m not going to prom, I’m going to fly off the handle,” Dave told you as a very sad looking girl sauntered away from the two of you, “How many times can I say that high school prom is the last place a cool kid like me would ever be caught? Only those stupid cool wannabes would even consider that.”
Really that boy was starting to piss you off. A whole week of subtle and not so subtle hints that you wanted him to ask you to prom and he obliviously says things like that. Or maybe it’s not so oblivious and he’s really trying to tell you that he’s not interested? It didn’t matter which one was correct because either way it just made him a douchebag.
Everyone had been telling you that you should stay away from Dave Strider, but like a fool you never listened to them and made friends anyway. Maybe it was about time you realized that nothing good was ever going to come from talking to him and moved on. You knew that it would be hard, but pining after Strider was never going to do anything but help his already inflated ego.
It was time for a change.

You were finally done, but kept returning to the mirror to make sure that no curl was out of place. You were bubbling with nervous excitement as you waited eagerly for the doorbell to ring. Distancing yourself from Dave had been killing you, it felt more like you stared at him more than you had ever talked to him. But now wasn’t the time to think about it. Once you realized that all boys weren’t like Dave, it took all of two seconds to find a date for prom.
The doorbell rang and you jumped up. In your excitement, you completely forgot to check who it was at the door, who else could it be but Brandon?
Standing in front of your house was none other than the coolest kid, and biggest prick, you knew, Dave Strider. You stood there, in shock while he instantly started talking.
“Hey ______________, so tonight I was thinking that we would—what are you wearing?” he says and the halfway through realizes that you’re in a gorgeous floor length evening gown that flowed down your body like it was made for your curves. Your hair is up into tight curled ringlets and even though you normally don’t bother wearing any, you’re eyes and lips are deepened with light touches of makeup. He stares at you for a second and then recovers.
“Whoa, I didn’t expect you to dress up for me,” he says with a smirk and you give an angry sigh.
“It’s not for you. I can’t do whatever it is that you wanted because I’m going to prom tonight,” you say matter of factly, totally catching him off guard. Your voice has a kind of resigned anger to it, like you really don’t want to talk to him right now
“Wait, prom? Really? With who?” he presses you, you hadn’t ever seen him this off-balanced.
“Yup. Did you just assume that I wasn’t going? Why do you care who I’m going with,” you can’t keep a bitter tone out of your voice.
He’s about to say something that you’re sure will highlight the fact that he’s a self-absorbed douche, but you’re both interrupted by a car pulling into the driveway. Brandon climbs out wearing a dashing tuxedo and he walks up to the two of you, still at the doorway. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything?” he says with a sweet smile. You smile back, but you can’t seem to make it reach your eyes. You and Brandon had decided to go as friends. Having Dave here ruined a what would have been a happy smiling-with-eyes moment.
“Nope. Dave was just leaving,” you say, shooting him a glance and then stepping out into the porch, closing the door behind you. “I’m ready.”
“You look amazing,” he says, staring you down almost exactly like Dave had, minus the shock.
“Thanks,” you giggled and then Dave cleared his throat. You had almost forgotten that he was there. Almost.
“I’ll see you later, then, Dave,” you said and stepped away from him. He grabbed your arm lightly and you looked back at him.
“We need to talk later,” he said, his voice emotionless.
“Sure.” You said and then left.

You ended up having a wonderful time at prom, for that couple of hours you forgot all thoughts of Dave and ended up getting closer to Brandon than you thought you would. He was really sweet and caring and everything that Dave wasn’t. However, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t quite get the same feeling of excitement you did whenever Dave talked to you. You would just have to settle, there’s no way that a guy like Dave would ever fall for you anyway.
You didn’t hear anything from Dave all weekend, cementing your thoughts that you weren’t important enough to cross his mind. On Monday at school, Brandon was there to walk you from your car and to all your classes. You had no idea how many classes he shared with you until then. You had been so absorbed in Dave that you hadn’t even looked anywhere else. You took a moment to revel in the newfound freedom that you were feeling.
Finally at the end of seventh period, Brandon had not been in your art class with you, Dave cornered you alone, literally catching you with your back to a wall so that you couldn’t walk away until you heard what he had to say. You had been late getting out and there wasn’t anyone in sight.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to prom?” he got straight to the point, “and with that douchebag?” He had just stepped over the line.
Thanking God that there was no one around to see you make this little scene, you yelled, “DAVE STRIDER, I DID EVERYTHING BUT ASK YOU TO PROM AND YOU KEPT BLOWING ME OFF, SO WHY DO YOU CARE THAT I EVEN WENT? ON TOP OF THAT, THERE’S NO FUCKING REASON FOR YOU TO BE CALLING ANYONE A DOUCHEBAG!” You would have stayed and yelled at him longer, but you caught sight of Brandon walking around the corner looking for you. You put a hand on Strider’s chest and pushed him aside. It was only easy because he was so shocked.
You and Brandon walked away and when you were out of the school you let the misery take over your face. One look at you and Brandon seemed to understand.
“You really like him don’t you?” he asked, keeping his face blank.
Finally you just nodded and said, “I’m really sorry, but I guess I do, as hopeless and stupid as it is. I wish I didn’t because it’ll never happen.”
“If you knew how wrong you were….” Brandon began and then looked at you and sighed, “If you had ever seen the way he acts around you. It’s me that never had a chance, but it’s alright I understand.”
Now you were completely torn between so many emotions that you couldn’t register all of them. You froze up and he took the opportunity to kiss you on the cheek and then retreat. You stood there for a couple more minutes in front of the school alone, trying to gather your thoughts. Finally you just decided to grab all your things and go home. You’d deal with everything later.

That night at 7 the doorbell rang at your house. You had been half expecting it and half telling yourself that you were stupid for hoping it. For the second time in four days, Dave Strider was outside your door. You slowly answered it and he wouldn’t meet your eyes.
“Hey, ______________. I just wanted to apologize. I have no idea how I didn’t see what a complete prick I was being and there’s probably no way for me to make it up to you,” he said and you were in shock. Hearing this cool kid apologize was something for the recordbooks. Maybe Brandon was right.
“I know why you didn’t realize it, because you’re an oblivious, self-centered, insensitive pig,” you say and he looks up at you, but doesn’t try and defend himself. You figured that you really had nothing to lose now. “I have no idea why I’ve had a crush on that particular pig for so long.” There. You said it. No going back now. All you could do was wait for his reaction.
Instead of using words, Dave just stepped closer to you and then crashed his lips into yours. You were surprised at first, but quickly recovered and kissed him back. It was all you had dreamed of and more. He was gentle at first, but the kiss quickly morphed into something deeper and you let yourself be sucked into it. His arms snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to him, holding you so tight that you couldn’t tell where your body ended and his began.
Finally you both realized that you couldn’t live without oxygen and broke apart. You were panting slightly, but Dave seemed unfazed, a light smile touching his lips.
“So maybe there is a way for me to make it up to you?” he mused, still holding you in his arms.
“Well I guess you can try,” you said and laughed. Then he led you into your house and he sat down on the couch. You were going to sit next to him, but he grabbed your arm while you were off balanced and pulled you into his lap. You spent the next couple of hours kissing and murmuring teasing words until you finally fell asleep draped across his chest. You were happier than you had been in a very long time.