A/N: I'm still working on Confessions, but this idea came to my head and I thought I should write both stories at the same time. This story will be short - probably a few chapters, I'm not sure yet. So anyways, here it is. I hope you like it.
If anyone has a suggestion for a title, please let me know. I would really appreciate it. Thanks in advance.
Nervous, yet exciting tension filled the air as students walked through the hallways, chatting and whispering to one another. When the first bell rang, signaling the start of class, they piled into their classrooms, each having the same thought going through their minds.
"Hey Haley," smiled and waved one of Haley's classmates, nearly out of breath just as the late bell rang.
"Hi Courtney," Haley replied, "Perfect timing as usually."
"You know me. Why be in class any longer than necessary?" she winked, gesturing at the classroom while taking a seat next to Haley. Haley smiled at the person she knew since elementary school. Some people never change thought Haley. "Anyways, why are you sitting back here instead of your usually seat?"
Haley shrugged. "I wanted a change of scenery," she said before the teacher began teaching the day's lesson on adaptation.
Attempting to put her best efforts in focusing, she was able to do so for a few minutes before she became distracted with looking out the window at the leaves swaying. As the end of the period approached, she was in her own world, unaware of the paper placed in front of her until the teacher spoke.
"You may now start your pop quiz," Mr. Thompson stated, in a loud, audible voice, while walking back to his desk.
Looking down at the paper in front of her, Haley reprimanded herself for not paying attention. Trying to focus in on the task in front of her, she quickly grabbed her pen from her backpack and began answering the multiple-choice quiz, unable of the staring eyes.
Haley let out a gasped and a surprised giggle as she read the last question. Mr. Thompson revealed, "You can come in now."
Shocked at how everyone except her knew what was going on, she anxiously waited to see who was behind this plot. Her mouth dropped when she saw the person dressed in a suit stroll in, carrying a bouquet of a dozen yellow roses and a large brown teddy bear. Her heart pounded in anticipation. It felt as if a hundred butterflies were fluttering in her stomach.
"Haley, you have been my best friend for as long as I can remember. And no matter what we do, we always have fun." A soft shade of pink crept to her cheek as she took the bouquet and smelled the lovely scent, her eyes never leaving his. "I want my prom to be memorable, and I know it will be if you were my date. So would you please escort me to the prom?"
Unable to form words at the moment, she nodded enthusiastically. The entire class applauded, bringing the moment to a full circle. When Haley was able to recover, she playfully slapped Lucas.
"Ouch," Lucas exclaimed, rubbing his arm. He would never admit it to Haley, but she hit hard for a girl.
"You deserve it. I can't believe you got the whole class, including Mr. Thompson, involved in this stunt of yours!" Haley exclaimed, unable to repress her smile. Then she pulled Lucas into a big hug, while whispering in his ears, "Thanks Luke. You're the best."
Lucas smirked and whispered back, "And don't you forget it." He placed the bear on her desk. "I'm going to head out and change out of this uncomfortable suit before the next class starts. I'll see you at lunch then." Turning to the rest of the class, he announced appreciatively, "Thanks everyone for helping me pull this off," before leaving class.
As soon as he left, girls gushed about what just happened, while the boys in the class announced that once word gets out on how creative someone was in asking someone out for prom, every girl would expect the same treatment. Mr. Thompson listened in, not concerned about trying to squeeze more information into his students' head since there was only about five minutes left in class.
After responding to everyone who commented on what just happened, she took her seat. Turning to Courtney, she asked, curious. "Did you know about this?"
"Not until I read the 'pop quiz'."
"What did it say?" Haley was still stunned that Lucas put so much thought and planning into the whole scheme.
"You know, I could have slapped Lucas too for scaring me like that." She held out her fist to emphasize her point. "At first I thought it was a real quiz because of the way he formatted it, but when I began to read it, it explained the situation. He told us that he wanted to ask you out to prom and for us to appear normal while we're taking the quiz. What did yours say?"
"All the questions were actual science questions except for the last one. It said this quiz isn't real and that there is a surprise waiting for me outside the classroom."
Courtney smiled mischievously. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Haley asked, afraid of what Courtney had to say.
"Oh, come on Haley."
"What?" confusion was apparent in Haley's voice.
Leaning forward, she dropped her voice so only Haley could hear. "I know you have a thing for Lucas and this is the perfect opportunity for you to tell him how you feel."
"Ha!" Haley scoffed. "I do not nor have I ever liked Lucas in that way." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, wishing she that class would miraculously end that very second so she wouldn't have to put up with Courtney's interrogation.
"Uh-huh, sure! Everyone knows it except for maybe Lucas. Boys can be so dense."
"How many times do I have to tell you before you believe the fact that I only like Lucas as a friend?"
"As many times as it took for you to convince yourself about that. Although you may have fallen for your own lie," Courtney shook her head, while waiving her finger, "I know you better than you think Haley James."
"That's where you're wrong because if you did, you wouldn't think that I have a thing for my best friend. I'm not like every other girl who fall for his good looks or his athletic abilities."
Regretting her slip, she pretended to be nonchalant about her last comment. "So have you thought about what you're going to wear to prom?"
"Since I'm not getting anywhere with you, I'll let you change the subtlety change the topic even though you admitted you have a hot best friend…for now anyways."
"So?" Haley pressed, relieved that her friend wasn't pumping her for more information.
"Something gorgeous and glamorous. I want my dress and myself to stand out. It would be so humiliating to wear the same dress as someone else. What about you?"
"I'm not sure yet." Haley replied, a little nervous about the idea of having to wear a dress. At least I don't have to worry about not being asked to prom thought Haley. She felt as if she was on cloud nine because her best friend would be her date, platonic date.
Moments may quickly slip pass, but memories leave an everlasting impression. And the experience every person in high school wants to be unforgettable is prom.