Tara sent me a look. Her face muscles remained expressionless but her eyes... Her eyes always gave her away. The Cheer God stood at the front of the table, her lips were no doubt moving, her keen eyes glaring holes in the back of my head but all that mattered was Tara. Her parents were out on assignment with no way to contact her. She hadn't slept well this past week.
Under the table I took her hand and gave it a squeeze. She sent me a smile. We were out. The whole school didn't know but we didn't care if they did. In our perfect world it was just me and her.
"Is there something more important than this mission? If so, please do share," Brooke said, stomping to her seat and sitting down. I looked at Terra, she looked at me and I raised her hand from the table and kissed the back of it.
"Will you go to prom with me?" I asked, completely ignoring Brooke's dropped jaw. I was sure she wasn't the only one. Although Bubbles had know for a while.
"I'm sorry." Brooked said, her cheeks flushed.
"Don't worry about it." Tara said, leaning in to kiss me. Sealing her answer with her lips. "Yes." She said, leaning back.
"What terrorist wants to mess up our prom?" I asked, returning to the task at hand.
"Damien Monroe."
"Bring it on." I said, my gaze once more finding her face.