Tonight should've been perfect. You had every minute planned out in your head—like which songs you most wanted to dance to, when you'd leave for after-parties, and whether you would kiss your date. Nobody was going to fuck this up. Even Vi, your best friend who despised the idea of prom, decided to stick around to support you.

Just last week, she almost got you both banned from attending after accidentally landing you in detention. You scolded her for using a pencil the length of her arm, claiming it was far too big and made it impossible for you to focus. She responded by shoving it between her legs and pretending to... jerk off, literally. Heimerdinger did not take kindly to such behavior and sent you both straight to the office.

Regardless, after some complaints to your mother on the school council, you were able to attend.

Perfect, it'll be perfect.

It's not perfect. Nothing has gone right since you arrived. First, your limousine was involved in an accident making you late. When you finally got here, your date had fully ditched you—messages undelivered, calls going straight to voicemail. And the cherry on top: one of the straps on your expensive dress ripped after catching on some decoration.

At least you had Vi with you throughout all of this.

She sucks at comforting others, or at least she believes she does, but she's doing her best. You sit together on weathered bleachers near the football field, the school courtyard shrouded in darkness, with loud music humming from the nearby gym while cold evening breeze brushes your skin. Your drinks rest forgotten atop the splintered wood seats.

"I'm really sorry that prom sucked, like a lot."

Vi mutters in a sheepish voice, nervously glancing down at her feet. She suppresses the urge to tell you she would've made a better date and instead takes off her jacket, draping it across your shoulders.

"Here, cupcake, you need this more than I do.."