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“You’re going to prom,” Will demands as he stuffs a mouthful of fries in his face.
“Agreed,” Bennet adds. “We didn’t give you s**t over missing the last two dances cause you had an excuse, but not this time.”
“And besides, this is a school event, so it doesn’t put your scholarship in jeopardy.” Ryan slathers his fries in ketchup.
“Well, the after party might,” Carter snickers. “Devon’s parents may or may not have left a full keg in the downstairs bar. Just sayin’.”
“Anyhow,” Ryan rolls his eyes. “Point is you’re going.”
I stare at my friends, too dumbfounded to take a bite of my burger.
“Why are you looking at us like that?” Bennet asks.
“Cause I don’t remember you guys ever being so excited about some lame dance.”
“It’s not the dance we’re excited about. It’s the whole thing.
