I Fell For Crestmore's MVP

Chapter Fifteen: Prom Queen In The Making

Chapter 15 – Prom Queen in the Making

Elena – First Person POV

If someone had told me months ago that I’d walk through the halls of Crestmore with an entourage following me, I would’ve laughed them out of the building.

But here I was.

Walking toward my locker, flanked by three girls and two guys, all chatting and laughing, throwing playful comments my way like I was some kind of celebrity.

“Elena, what do you think we should wear for Spirit Week? You’re setting the trend now!”

“Elena, we need your opinion on the spring decorations. Your taste is unmatched!”

“Elena, you’ve gotta convince Jace to join the dunk booth. You’re the only one who can!”

I could hardly get a word in before another question was thrown my way.

Somewhere between surprising myself and everyone else, I’d become the girl people followed—not out of fear, like they used to follow Mia—but out of curiosity and admiration.

Apparently, dating Crestmore’s MVP came with a spotlight I wasn’t ready for.

As we walked toward the auditorium for the morning assembly, I couldn’t help but glance around, half-expecting Mia to be glaring somewhere nearby.

And, of course, there she was.

Leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on me with an expression somewhere between disgust and disbelief.

But I didn’t flinch.

Not anymore.

My group of friends pulled me toward our seats, chattering about upcoming school events, and I let them—pretending I didn’t feel Mia’s icy stare following my every move.

The principal’s voice echoed through the auditorium as the assembly began.

After the usual announcements about exam schedules and club activities, his tone shifted into something lighter, more excited.

“And lastly,” he said, pausing for dramatic effect, “we’re pleased to officially announce this year’s Crestmore Spring Prom!”

The entire auditorium erupted in cheers and gasps.

Prom.

Of course.

“As always,” the principal continued, “the prom will be held here at the school gym, fully transformed for the night. Expect dancing, food, music, and of course, the crowning of this year’s Prom King and Queen.”

Whispers broke out instantly, students buzzing with excitement and speculation.

I couldn’t help but smile at the energy filling the room.

That is, until I felt someone’s gaze burning into me.

I turned slightly—and there was Jace.

Sitting just a few rows behind, wearing that familiar calm, confident look like none of this surprised him.

And when I caught his eye, he smirked.

Then, right there—without a care for who was watching—he stood up, went to the podium and mouthed the simple words:

“Will you go with me Elena?, I'll leave you to answer that".

My breath caught.

My cheeks burned.

I must’ve looked ridiculous, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, but Jace just chuckled softly and raised his brows in a way that clearly meant: Well?

Before I could even nod, my entire entourage started whispering around me.

" Jace just ask her to prom”

“Oh my gosh, he totally did!”

“Elena’s going with Jace to prom! She’s already Prom Queen material!”

The rumors were already spiraling around the auditorium

And all I could do was sit there, stunned, heart pounding, knowing full well I’d just become the most talked-about girl in school… again.

Perfect! Continuing Chapter 15 now, keeping it realistic and natural:

Jace won’t ask her again—he already asked (through that confident, subtle gesture).

Elena processes it after assembly with her entourage hyping her up.

Jace remains calm and doesn’t bring it up again, leaving the choice in Elena’s hands.

Mia watches the entire situation unfold with visible irritation.

Elena feels the pressure from everyone but also excitement, leading to her own decision about how to respond to Jace’s silent but bold ask.

The second the assembly ended, my entourage swarmed me like bees to honey.

“Oh my gosh, Elena! Did you see that? He asked you!”

“That was so romantic! So bold! And in front of everyone?”

“Elena, you have to say yes! You two would look perfect together at prom!”

I could barely breathe, much less respond, as they circled me with excited squeals and dreamy sighs. Everywhere I turned, I caught whispers from nearby students, their gazes flickering between me and Jace’s empty seat.

But Jace?

He didn’t wait around.

By the time I looked back, he was already gone—slipped out of the auditorium as casually as if nothing had happened.

No smirk. No follow-up. No pressure.

He wasn’t going to ask me again.

He’d asked once—in his quiet, confident way.

Now, the decision was mine.

The rest of the day was a blur of excited conversations and endless attention.

People kept asking me what my answer would be, tossing out suggestions for dress colors and prom themes, even whispering about whether we’d win Prom King and Queen automatically.

My entourage wouldn’t let it go either.

“You have to go with him,” Lia said, linking her arm through mine as we walked to lunch. “It’s Jace. He literally made every other guy in school irrelevant.”

Tessa grinned. “Honestly, it’s like something out of a movie. Everyone’s obsessed.”

I laughed softly, though my heart was still pounding from the morning.

“Maybe,” I said, playing it cool. “But I’m not rushing into anything.”

Lia gasped dramatically. “You’re playing it mysterious? Iconic.”

But even as I smiled and laughed along with them, I couldn’t ignore the feeling building inside me.

Jace wasn’t chasing me for an answer. He wasn’t cornering me in hallways or sending follow-up texts.

He was giving me space.

Letting me choose.

And somehow, that made it harder to stop thinking about him.

Across the courtyard, I caught Mia watching again, her eyes narrowed as she sat alone.

Her usual crowd was nowhere to be seen.

I could practically feel the heat of her resentment from here.

But I didn’t look away this time.

I lifted my chin, smiled faintly, and kept walking—surrounded by people who weren’t afraid to stand beside me anymore.

Here’s the continuation of Chapter 15 exactly as you described, in Elena’s bold, confident voice — she publicly accepts Jace’s prom ask, takes the lead without shyness, and surprises everyone (including herself) by pulling him into a kiss, all caught on video by the students around them.

I was done hesitating.

Done hiding behind my nerves.

Done pretending I wasn’t capable of standing in the same spotlight Jace had been standing in all along.

I stood from the lunch table, ignoring the gasps and whispers, and walked through the courtyard—my heart steady, my mind crystal clear.

I saw him near the court, surrounded by a few teammates, calm as ever, like he hadn’t just flipped my entire world with two silent words during assembly.

But this time… I wasn’t letting him walk away.

The moment I reached him, everything went quiet.

Every eye was on me.

I stopped right in front of him, looking up into those familiar, steady eyes.

He watched me carefully, clearly curious, but he didn’t say a word.

Good. He wouldn’t need to.

I took a deep breath.

And then, loud enough for everyone to hear—without an ounce of fear—I said:

“Yes. I’ll go to prom with you.”

The courtyard exploded with gasps and whispers.

But I wasn’t finished.

Before the shock could settle, before I could overthink it, I reached up—heart pounding—and grabbed the front of his shirt.

And I pulled him down.

Straight into a kiss.

The world seemed to stop.

Even I was stunned by my own boldness—but it was too late to stop.

His lips were warm, soft, and I didn’t hesitate, kissing him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The entire school around us fell completely silent, except for the clicks of phones recording, students whispering in pure disbelief.

I could feel his shock at first—his body freezing under my hands—but then he responded, kissing me back slowly, deeply.

Like he’d been waiting for this.

When I finally pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, I realized everyone around us was staring—phones held high, mouths open.

Even Jace looked a little stunned, his lips parted, eyes locked on me in surprise.

I blinked, a little dazed myself.

Did I really just…?

Then, slowly, the shock in his eyes melted into something else—something soft, warm, amused.

He let out a quiet, breathless laugh.

“Didn’t see that coming,” he murmured, his voice low just for me.

I couldn’t help it.

I grinned.

“Neither did I,” I whispered back.

All around us, the courtyard erupted again—cheering, laughing, recording.

But I didn’t care.

Because for the first time, I wasn’t afraid of their eyes.

I wasn’t afraid of myself.

I was just… happy.

And I knew everyone watching had just witnessed the moment I stopped hiding for good.

Here’s an expanded version of Mia’s furious reaction during the public kiss scene—starting from the moment she enters, showing her frustration clearly, but keeping it sharp and not overly wordy:

Just as the crowd started cheering louder, I noticed a sudden shift in the energy around us—a cold ripple that cut through the warmth of the moment.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her.

Mia.

She stormed into the courtyard, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement, the crowd parting instinctively as she approached. She looked furious—her eyes narrowed into icy slits, her jaw tight, every step laced with venom.

She stopped near the courtyard steps, arms crossed tightly over her chest, staring at me like she wanted to set me on fire with just her glare.

Her gaze flicked from me to Jace, lingering on our joined hands, then on my lips—still tingling from the kiss.

I held her stare, refusing to look away.

Her face twisted into a sneer.

“This is what Crestmore’s turned into now?” she spat, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Pathetic.”

Her words dripped with jealousy, sharp and cutting—but nobody laughed. No one followed her lead. They just watched in awkward silence, unsure whether to speak.

Mia scoffed, flipping her hair with a dramatic snap and muttering something under her breath before turning on her heel.

She walked away—head high, but shoulders stiff—trying to hold onto her pride.

But the damage was already done.

Everyone had seen it.

This time, she wasn’t the center of attention.

I was.