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With Benefits
Prologue

The crowd cheered and clapped as I stood on stage next to one of the most beautiful women in the world. She was stunning in her midnight blue dress, her aquamarine hair done up perfectly as if her stylist knew she would be donning the Prom Queen tiara. We turned to each other and I watched her smile sweetly, her eyes screaming, "This is my perfect moment." And with one fluid motion, I took my right hand and cupped her jaw softly, yet firmly. Without thinking, I leaned in and brushed her soft lips with my own, and slowly pulled away.

Then time froze.

The cheering stopped. The clapping stopped. I saw most of the senior and junior class gaping in shock as their King and Queen shared more than just a dance. Our shared best friends watched from the front of the crowd. Something made of glass fell to the floor and shattered. I knew right then and there. Nausea swept over me for a brief second. As if I were a clairvoyant, I knew my night -- and possibly my life -- was about to get worse.

The DJ had apparently not noticed, and almost immediately after, a soft, slow, and sweet song began to play. Bulma lead me off the stage on onto the floor to dance "our dance." I felt a twinge of guilt, but I was forced to ignore it. I was lead inside a circle where everyone else crowded around and watched, still awestricken at my display of… affection. I could feel their hot eyes on myself and the Queen, but I tried to disregard them by watching Bulma feign happiness and dance to the music, keeping me slightly sane. She appeared to be having the time of her life, but I knew she was just hiding her real feelings. She and I felt the same way on what I had just done. But I don't think she knew what my next plan of action was. When the announcer cued everyone else to begin dancing, I made my second-most vital move of the evening.

"I have to get out of here," I whispered in Bulma's ear. She nodded in understanding and let go of my shoulders, but I could see a little disappointment in her eyes. I had no time really to linger and made my way through the sea of dolled-up bodies. I dodged a few administrators and made my way onto the largest balcony on the building. No one followed me, which was probably best. If they had, I would have been sure to make their face contact my fist, hard.

I felt like an idiot climbing off the balcony in a tuxedo, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want to leave out of the front door. That would be too obvious. And I had to think on my toes. So climbing down and jumping from a balcony was… my only option. Just before I let go, I peered into the dance hall to see Bulma silently moving toward the front of the building. I fell to the ground easily enough (it was a relatively small drop) and brushed off my pants.

I had no idea where I was about to go, but I knew I had to get there. My feet carried me to my car in a slightly inebriated way. This was not the way I had the night planned in my head. I shoved my hand in my pocket and, with an unsteady hand, pulled the keys from my pocket and unlocked the car door. I sighed heavily and tried to keep my composure as I climbed into the vehicle and rested my head on the steering wheel. I didn't sit that way long as I noticed many couples leaving the dance with bright smiling faces and in a pessimistic way, I thought they would be the people parked next to me.

I started the car and let it hum for a few seconds before shifting it into reverse and backing out of the parking place. My thoughts were scattered and I looked in my mirror just in time to notice two people right at my back bumper. As they yelled obscenities and such at me, I shifted the car into Drive and slowly removed myself from the parking lot.

My vision was blurry, but I couldn't figure out why, so I shook my head a few times and kept going, not really realizing where I had driven myself. I pulled into the small recreational area and parked the car. I felt alien sitting in a rental car wearing a rental tuxedo with a sash across my chest that read "Prom King" as if I didn't deserve it. I shut off the car and took off the sash and tux coat. It felt a little better that way, but I still didn't know what I was going to do.

I moved toward a small bridge that coved a small lake in the park. I leaned over the edge of the bridge and stared at my reflection trying to find out where my life had gone wrong. What deity thought it was funny to create hell for my life? Why me?

And this is where I sit now. And you're probably asking yourself why I'm even worried about the outcome of this event that surely means nothing. Trust me, it means a lot and you have no idea yet. But maybe I should start my story at the beginning…

Post-Chapter Author's Note: And there you have it. I need some feedback and I know it's short. If there is no feedback, you won't see the next chapters for awhile. I think I can actually write this one because I know where its going and I know how I'm getting there.

And I know this Prologue was short. The long-ness will come with the actual chapter. I promise.