The day arrived, and Quinn had no idea what to do. She was going to Prom with Liam f*****g Woods, and obviously everyone's eyes would (saddly) be on her. For that she needed a really pretty dress, the best she could afford, which wasn't much to begin with. Unlike Emma, who had already planned what to dress beforehand, she had nothing to dress at all.
And to top it all, the fear she felt of spending a night with him sent chills down her spin. How would they react while dancing? Would he forgive her? Would she forgive him? And what about now that she was accepted into an university far away from their town. God, far away from their state.
"I can't believe we're actually going to Prom." Quinn muttered, face palming. Emma and her were sitting on the Gym along with many other groups who did
