I woke up really that day. I never normally wanted to go to school, but since she had arrived, I didn't seem to mind as much. It had been almost two years since Sara Sidle had arrived at High-Hopes High School. She transferred from San Francisco and she is two years older than me. I'm in sophomore year and she's in senior year, and even though I'm not allowed, I'm going to their senior prom tonight. I was so amazed when Sara said she would go with me to the prom as her date. She and Catherine kinda had a thing. They were lovers, there's this really awesome spark between them.

But anyway, I washed up and got myself dressed, before stumbling downstairs for something to eat. I checked my backpack to make sure I had all my books for school. Not like it mattered, I wasn't going to class today. I was meeting with Nick and Warrick, we had to go and pick up our tuxedos from the store. Sara and Catherine were going to a dress shop, to choose and pay for their dresses. They hadn't even picked yet, they were so disorganised.

I left the house and stood by the bus stop about a hundred yards from my house. I was still half asleep so I jumped out of my skin when I heard the car horn beeping incessantly a few feet away. "Need a ride?" Sara ginned at me, and I grinned back. She had a beautiful sports car. It just wasn't fair. I climbed in; "How on Earth did you afford a car like this?" I gasped, admiring the car. "My dad's life insurance policy, my mom gave me half of it, so I bought a car," She grinned, smugly. "It suits you," I replied. She leaned into me and I could smell her perfume as she reached up to touch my face; "I'm looking forward to tonight," she whispered. "Me too," I breathed as she pulled in even closer, so our lips were touching almost. Then without warning she pressed her lips into mine, I reached up and gently touched her hair, touched her cheeks, lost in the moment. It was breathtaking. She climbed on top of me, her breathing laboured, her skin hot. She kissed my neck deeply, digging her nails into my skin. She pulled away from me, looking into my eyes, before gently kissing me once more. She climbed off me, breathless and smiling. "Well that was fun," She breathed. I just grinned back, still in awe of what just happened.

Sara started the car, and we drove to school, even though we were now thirty minutes late for homeroom, at least we were happy and somewhat satisfied. She parked her car in her own parking space (Lord only knows how she obtained that, no one else dared to ask for one). We clambered out and saw Warrick, Nick and Catherine leaning on the wall by the canteen, as usual. We walked over, and hugged them. We were all so excited about the prom, none of us were even considering going to class today. "Sara, we have to go now, the store opens in like five minutes," Catherine chattered, eagerly. "Coolness, I'll drive," She replied, they still had that look between them, but I just shrugged it off. "We'd better go too guys, don't want to leave it until the last minute," Nick responded.

Catherine and Sara walked back to the car and climbed in. "I can't believe that tonight is your prom night. I'm so glad I get to share it with you guys," Catherine spoke softly. "I remember my prom at this school, it was okay, Nick and Warrick were there. I kissed them both," she laughed. "They're good kissers," she laughed again and Sara joined her, kissing her lightly on the cheek; "I'm glad you're sharing it with us too babe, now let's go and get something to make us look stunning," Sara smiled. "Like you need something to look stunning Sidle," Catherine smiled wryly, Sara kissed her softly, and then started the car.

I climbed into Nick's car, and sat in the back, Warrick was riding shotgun and Nick was driving. The hire place was only a few miles from the school, so it wouldn't take long I estimated. Nick put on the radio and the station DMV was on. The song playing was Night To Remember, I can't remember who it's by, but it was indicative of what was to come tonight I wouldn't wonder. We pulled up outside the store and climbed out of the car. We entered the small hire shop and Nick addressed the pretty blonde assistant who was dressing a mannequin. "Can I help you?" she said, courteously. "Yeah, we've rented tuxedos for tonight, they have been paid for. It's Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown and Greg Sanders," he replied. "Yes they are right here sir," she answered. We took the tuxedos and left the store. "Let's head back to high school to wait for the girls," Warrick said. So we headed back. We arrived back at the school in fifteen minutes and wandered into the common room with our lunches and sat down. We were just waiting for the girls now. We were all excited about tonight, we couldn't wait. We just knew that no matter what happened tonight at the prom, it was going to be a night to remember.

I looked up towards the sound of Sara's voice, they had returned from the shops. "Hey Sara, did you girls find something to wear?" I asked, smiling. "Yeah, we just found the perfect dresses for tonight it was weird I picked out a dress, then Cath picked one out and we ended up swapping because my choice looked better on Cath and Cath's was more my style," Sara replied, laughing. "Well I can't wait to see it on you, I'm sure it's beautiful," I grinned, even though I had no idea what style or color she would even choose. I just hoped that she would think me a suitable date for her in the tuxedo I had rented. I had bought her corsage a month ago; I'd seen it in this dress shop near where I lived. I hoped she would like it, it was her favourite flower; a lily and it was white just like the faux flowers she had in a vase in her bedroom.

We sat around in the common room for a couple of hours, before the tutors removed us and asked why we weren't in class. We just ran away laughing, nothing was going to bring any of us down that day, we were just too happy to be going to prom to care about silly trivial things like that. We put on some music in a desolate classroom we had located and pulled out the board games stacked high up on top of a cabinet. It might not have been the most exciting end to our school day, but the people we were with made it that much better. Even though we were just playing Monopoly, Cluedo and Ker-Plunk to name a few, we were having the best time.

If Nick wasn't making stupid jokes, Catherine and Sara weren't feigning boredom and Warrick wasn't cheating then maybe it would have been dull. But they were doing those things and we were not playing by the rules clearly. Who says 'Can I pay for Mayfair by mail order?' or 'Can I get a bank loan to buy Jail?' or 'I'll give you three dollars for all your properties and if you don't give them to me I will put you in the tiny jail and you will never get out because I will slam the board shut,' and of course; 'I'm the banker I can take all the money if I want to and you can't stop me because I am the bank and it's my bank so shush.' If you didn't get the order of who said those then I'll tell you, Nick asked for mail order, Warrick wanted a loan, Sara threatened to lock us into the board and I said I was going to take all the bank's money. And you think board games aren't fun? That was just Monopoly.

We reached whole new realms of cheating in Cluedo. Famous quotes from that game were for instance; 'Ha, you lose, I killed them all and I used all the weapons and I spread them across every room,' 'I don't care what you say Miss Scarlet is hot,' 'Do you think Mrs White has a bus pass?' and of course; 'Stupid game.' Again, Sara is our crazy psycho killer, Nick has the hots for Miss Scarlet and I was wondering if Mrs White had a bus pass. Oh and Catherine decided it was a stupid game and commenced to pick up the board, throw all the pieces out of the window, and hit us all over the head with the board, before snapping it in half and sulking in the corner.

And then there was Ker-plunk. We didn't play that for very long, it turned violent before we even started the game. Sara picked up as many marbles as she could and commenced to throw them at us one by one going round the circle, starting with me. So to get her back me and Nick ganged up on her and started poking her with the straws. Cath joined Sara's team and Warrick played referee. I fell prey to the actual plastic tube. Sara thought it was hilarious when marbles started bouncing off the windows. Until the window cracked, although she didn't actually stop laughing and by then, we couldn't stop either. So anyway, we left the room, not bothering to tidy up after our reign of terror, and headed home to go get ready for the prom.

Sara dropped me off at my house by about four-thirty. We were supposed to be at prom for seven. I had some time to kill before getting ready; after all, guys don't need hours to get dressed up. I decided first to make something to eat, so I wandered into the kitchen to see if my mom had done some shopping. Turns out she hadn't. What could I make from baking soda, a red onion, beer and a packet of potato chips? I took the chips and ambled upstairs to watch some television. Of course there was nothing on, it was a Friday afternoon. I flopped onto my bed and took a drink of water. It must have been there a while it was a bit mildewed by this point. I looked at the time; it was now five o'clock. I picked up the fresh towel from my shelf, and wandered to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and flinched. It was ice cold, again. I waited a good five minutes before I climbed in. The water was warm now, and felt nice against my skin, I'd have to get ready soon, I knew that I would have to be on time to pick up Sara, or she wouldn't let me forget it.

I adjusted my bow-tie in the mirror and frowned. I hated wearing a smart outfit for anything I felt weird. But it was for a good cause, so I guess I could suffer for one night. My hair was spiked out as per usual; I had my tuxedo on, now I just had to find my shoes. I had only bought them that day but that was a talent of mine; getting something then losing it in about a minute. They were discarded on my bedroom floor, where I had thrown them when I came into the house.

I heard my parents downstairs and I cringed. They were going to make a fuss of me and embarrass me. I was so glad I was running a little late because then I could shrug them off, telling them I couldn't be late to pick up Sara. This was in all respect, very true. I put on my shoes, grabbed my wallet, the corsage I had bought for Sara and a single red rose and headed out of my room. I took a deep breath and walked downstairs to where, as expected, my parents stood with a camera. "Smile Greg!" my mom said, smiling, she had a tear in her eye and I did think it was sweet. It didn't mean I wasn't mortified though. I smiled through a few pictures with my parents then I looked at my watch; it was six-forty-two. I had eighteen minutes to pick up Sara and get to prom. I didn't think I was going to make it.

I felt kind of silly, as I hadn't learned to drive yet, even though my mom had promised to buy me a car when I did. So I had booked a limousine to take myself and Sara to the prom. As expected, the limousine was waiting by my gate-post, signalling for me to hurry up. "2536 Sunset Avenue is it?" he asked courteously. "Yeah that's right, I'm sorry I'm a little late, my mom insisted on picture time," I laughed, he smiled sympathetically; "Yeah I remember that happened to me too," he rolled his eyes; "That's moms for you," he laughed. We set off and drove the four miles to Sara's house. I climbed about and told the driver I wouldn't be more than five minutes, he nodded his head in acknowledgment and took out his newspaper to read.

I walked up Sara's driveway, shaking inside with nerves. I knew that Sara's parents wouldn't be there. Namely because her mother was in a mental health institution for killing her abusive father. It was so sad that she was now effectively an orphan, but she took it all in her stride and I admired that so much in her. I walked up to the door, and pressed the bell. I took a deep breath and waited. I didn't wait long, Sara answered the door and I couldn't believe my eyes.

She was wearing a beautiful black dress, with a corset bodice, encrusted with small crystals and satin flowers. Her hair was loosely curled and hung just above her shoulder, a small slide holding her asymmetric fringe out of her eyes. God her eyes, they looked so beautiful, dark and smoky, they were glittering in the light. Her make-up was perfectly applied, her lips red and her smile, more radiant than I had ever known it to be before this moment. I couldn't speak for at least a minute, lest I said something stupid if anything at all came out. She smiled at me; "How do I look? Wait, let me guess; nice right?" She looked away, laughing lightly. "I was gonna go with gorgeous," I breathed, finally. She smiled, and that was it; I was spell-bound by this beautiful girl right in front of my eyes. I couldn't believe this was the girl who I spent time with every day, who didn't wear make up or fix her hair every single day. "We ready?" She spoke, softly. "Yeah I guess so, here I got this for you," I handed her the corsage I had bought for her. She gasped lightly, and kissed my cheek; "It's my favourite flower Greg, thank you, I can't believe you remembered…" She smiled; she had a small tear in her eye. "Hey none of that, you'll ruin your make up," I teased. She wiped it away and put her arm through mine; "Let's go," she smiled. She locked the door, and threw her keys into her purse and we walked arm in arm to the limousine; "I was going to drive," Sara said, she was shocked I'd gone to so much trouble for tonight, I could see it in her eyes. I pulled open the door for her to get in, and I climbed in behind her; "Wow, you look beautiful, Miss," the driver said smiling kindly. "Thank you sir," she smiled back, sharing his courtesy. We were only five minutes away from the school and it was just turning seven as I looked at my watch. "See we're very nearly on time Sara," I grinned, we'd had a little wager that I was going to be late. "I'll let you off that bet, because we're here now and not a moment too late," She smiled and kissed me.

We climbed out of the limousine and walked up to the grandly decorated entrance, there were balloons and ribbons tied to every tree and door way, it was pretty breathtaking in all honesty. The music grew louder as we walked into the building, and as we reached the gym, we could see that many people were already here and having fun. Even though this was a senior prom, none of the seniors were old enough to drink. Many would have brought some with them or drank a vast amount before they even left the house. We entered the hall and the sight we were met with was fantastic. Everyone was dancing, laughing and having a good time. I spotted Nick and Catherine standing by the punch-bowl and to no surprise they were putting what looked like pure vodka in it. Catherine too looked incredible; she was wearing a knee-length blue dress, with thin straps and a dark blue shawl to match. Of course Nick too looked great in his tux, he always looked good. I gathered from my thoughts about him that I had a bit of a crush on him, but of course I would never tell him that, and besides, he was straight.

Sara had already walked over to Nick and Catherine, and they were in the midst of hugging and complimenting each other. I hurried on to join them and then I saw Warrick leaning against a pillar. He looked pretty miserable, but then so would I if I didn't have a date for my senior prom. They all smiled when we approached them, and we had to shout to be heard over the music. We were all on the same table for the meal so we went to our table to put down our coats and other things we had collected on the way to the bar, balloons, flowers, streamers and the like. Catherine and Sara were excited when they saw that we all had our own name cards on the table to signify where we would sit.

I knew it wouldn't be long until it was picture time, we had been there and hour and a half and already we had taken loads. After all they were going to be in the yearbook so we had to take good ones. The night was flying by. It was already eight-thirty, and it would all be over by ten-thirty, so we decided to make the most of it. We were getting pretty drunk by that point, Catherine and Sara had been at the punch, whilst the guys had been drinking the beers that some of our class mates had brought along. The tutors knew we had alcohol but they weren't going to ruin our night, they were too busy drinking themselves to worry about us. We sat down for the meal, which was roasted salmon fillet, with potatoes and vegetables, and quorn fillet for vegetarians. We ate and chatted about anything and everything for the most part of the meal. Not many of us had room for dessert so we abandoned the table and went over to the dance floor.

The music the DJ was playing was all up-to-date and for the most part fashionable. We danced as a group for at least an hour, drinks in our hands and having the best time of our lives. I had to leave to go to the bathroom, so I left Sara with Catherine and walked towards the men's room. I felt someone behind me, and I turned around to see who it was. It was Nick; "Hey, are you having a good time?" I yelled, over the music. "Yeah it's great," he hollered back. "You look great," he added and winked at me. I was surprised and a little confused. He picked up on this; "What, you think I'm straight?" He laughed. My eyes widened, I nodded slowly. "Well I don't think I am." He replied, pulling me a little so I followed him. We walked outside and I looked puzzled once more. "I just wanted to talk to you alone, I was waiting for you to leave," he smiled, and motioned me to come closer. "Why?" Was all I could utter. "Why do you think?" He replied, heavily. He pulled in close and looked me directly in the eye. "I just want to see what it's like…" he began; "then I'll know for sure," he added. I nodded slowly, and he leaned in to kiss me. I reached up to put my hand on his face, pulling him closer, I'd waited I didn't know how long for this and now here we were. He pulled at my shirt, slowly edging me into the wall behind me, I sighed as he kept kissing me, his hands now in my hair.

When we broke apart, I smiled down at him, being a little taller than him, I had to. "I know…." He said, as if he read what I was thinking. I was thinking that no one could be straight and kiss a guy like that.

"We had better go back in they will wonder where we went," I replied.

We re-entered the ballroom and they had indeed wondered where we were. "Where have you guys been? They're just about to announce the prom king and queen," Sara said, excitedly. "Good evening everyone, I hope you are having a great time here tonight. Now it's time to find out who you voted tonight's prom king and queen. And the winners are…Greg Sanders, and Sara Sidle," We looked at one another in shock and walked up to the stage. "Wow. Thanks you guys," we said in unison. There was a round of applause and we were invited to dance together for the last song of the night. We embraced softly, and kissed as the song began. Everyone around us began to dance after we had reached the first chorus. "Tonight has been perfect," Sara whispered in my ear. "And I know where you went. I saw you." She added smiling. I couldn't reply. "Don't worry, it's hot," she laughed, and I did too. I replied honestly; "Don't you worry, as of right now this moment, I only have eyes for you,"

"Greg?" He turned towards the sound of his name; "What?" He replied, still abstracted. "Stop dreaming about prom night," Nick laughed. "Do you remember how it ends?" Greg replied, softly. "Of course, we went home and carried on with our lives," Warrick replied bluntly. "Ha-ha, you know what I mean," Greg retorted. "Yeah it ended at Graduation Day," Nick interjected. "That was a great end to high school," Nick sighed, as he began to remember.