“He knows I wanted to vote for the prettiest, girl. You’re my queen,” he finished aloud.
Slightly embarrassed, I could feel my cheeks flush.
“Ah, that’s so sweet!” Ms. Johnson said. She looked genuinely happy. “This is so exciting! You guys would be perfect! Good luck!” She couldn’t say anything else, but I could see it in her eyes she hoped we would make Prom King and Queen.
Ms. Johnson held the envelope with the final decision in her hands. “Good luck, kids,” she whispered one last time.
John led me back to the dance floor and pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Do you really not care about that?” I asked, staring at him. His eyes were on me and I felt overwhelmed by desire for him.
“I guess it would be a lie if I said I didn’t. Maybe a little,” he admitted with a s
