My breathing is shaky as I open the plastic doorways to see the possible options for my prom 'date'. I looking the pictures on a small electronic device slowly, taking a moment to look at who was in each one. So far I've seen Ezra Fitz, Caleb Rivers, and Toby Cavanaugh. My eyes widen when I flip to the next picture, it's of Jason.

Trying to keep my composure and act like Ali I turn my head to look at the camera. "Jason? Really? Why would I want my big brother to come with me to prom as a pity date?" I raise my eyebrow in an attempt to look amused. I don't even bother looking at the rest of the pictures, instead I close the plastic doorway and begin the game.

I take my time, gathering the 'perfect outfit' for my 'date' like the game says to. It was set up so the electronic pad would randomly generate the picture of my 'date' or something of the like. Pretty soon I've finished gathering what the game requires to win and hesitantly I reach forward to open the door again. I bite my lip as my fingers curl around the small knob, and take a deep calming breath before slowly pulling it open. I blink rapidly, "No." my voice comes out a harsh whisper when I look at the picture. My eyes lock on his face, and I feel a panic begin to creep in. I don't want him forced to be here, another new 'doll' for Charles.

"Jason."