Tucker's P.O.V.
I'm at the tux shop with Chad and I literally have a headache from listening to him complain about the situation he's put himself in with Bethany. She's had a crush on him since we started high school, and has always made it known, so I don't know what he expected when he asked her to prom. She's been constantly blowing up his phone with text messages and is steadily hanging off of his arm in the hallways at school.
Chad is standing in front of the mirror while the tailor takes his measurements for his pants, looking at me with frustration through the mirror, "I'm just saying, man, the girl is a stage five clinger."
I chuckle at him as I sit back in the chair and watch him, "It's funny that you're complaining about that, since you knew that about her before you even
