Prom Nights from Hell
I sighed, leaning back against the wall. I hated this time of year. No, let me rephrase that. I hated what happened at this time of year. It consisted of one word. Prom. I hated every waking minute of it. No, that's not quite true either. I hated my school rules. They told me things that I wasn't allowed to do.
I had been invited. To prom, I mean. I was so excited. I was dreaming of dancing the night away, but then the announcements came over the intercom. This year no freshman or sophomores were allowed to go to prom. Even those invited by juniors or seniors.
"What the fuck?" I snapped at the invisible voice. "You mean I can't GO?" I slumped against the wall, which was where I was now. I was stewing in my anger. Red hair and tight leather pants appeared in my limited vision. I was squinting, hoping this announcement was a dream and if I opened my eyes again, it will have disappeared.
Axel was leaning over in front of me. "Demyx?"
"Go away. This is all just a dream and I'll get over it as soon as I wake up…"
"Demyx, the announcement wasn't a dream. It means you can't go to prom with me…"
"Shut the fuck up," I snapped. I felt hands begin to massage my shoulders. I relaxed into them and let myself sniffle. That little sentence had ripped my dreams right out from under me.
"I'm sorry, Demy. I really am…" Axel whispered in my ear. "How can I make it up to you?"
"Don't go," I muttered. I didn't want him to go. I didn't want to not see him, talk to him that night. I hated it. I hated this whole fucking prom. I wanted to keep my boyfriend all to myself. The school wasn't allowed to take him away from me. "I know it's selfish… but I don't want you to…"
"Dem…" he said quietly. I felt tears well in my eyes. I don't know why it affected me so much. But it did. I didn't want him to go. I didn't want him to go out there with his friends and have fun. And forget about me. Lonely, crying at home. Cause that's what I'll do. I know I will. I'll curl up in my bed, trying to force myself to sleep. But sleep won't come. It won't give me that luxury. It will make me stay up and feel the pain of being left behind.
"What?" I snapped.
"You know we can't do that… my parents are so excited that I'm going to prom…"
I clenched my jaw. Fuck his parents. Fuck the whole world. I wanted him for my own. But I didn't say that. I didn't tell him how I felt. I held it in. "Fine," I stated. "I've gotta go. I've got work after school…"
"Dem…"
"Don't." I turned and left without another word. I wouldn't say anymore about prom to him at all.