“Y-you should come with me.”
The instant the words leave my mouth, I know I’m dead.
“Huh?” she blurts, as confused and surprised as I am. Then I think, ‘This is your chance, Ryan. Tell her you’re just kidding.’
“I mean,” I clear my throat, “Hazel… will you be my prom date?”
Oh, f**k!
I can’t help it—I want her to come with me and experience it. The sadness in her voice makes it seem like she truly regrets missing it prom.
I never took much interest in prom. it’s almost like a waste of time—getting all dressed up, doing that cringe dance, eating food, which we can do anywhere. But then, if I have prom with the right person… maybe I can enjoy it.
And that right person is Hazel.
She shakes her head frantically. “No, Ryan, what do you mean? Y—you already have a girlfriend th
