Kelly and Lisa met up with Jessie and a snorting Violet in the girl's restroom. A stream of toilet paper flowed from Violet's hand to the second stall's holder. Jessie was trying to comfort Violet, but Violet kept slipping from her grasp as she paced back and forth quickly.
'Oooh!" Violet crooned sadly. "I'm sorry I had to take you away from your prom! I'm just ruining everyone's night!"
"Well, it's not really a prom, so, really, you can't ruin it!" Lisa tried to convince her.
"Yeah, besides, you know we are always here for you," Kelly comforted.
"I tried telling him when I first saw him, but I didn't want to ruin the dance before it even started. Then, I started to tell him between the fox trot and the waltz, but I never had the chance!" her voice began to rise. Then, she was silent.
Violet slid down a stall door and sat down in front of a stall. Kelly, Jessie and Lisa crouched down beside of her. A cloud of aqua, hot pink, lime green and purple taffeta surrounded the girls as they knelt beside their weeping friend. "I just can't tell him," Violet whispered.
"The fox trot and the waltz?" Jessie asked confused.
"Those are the only dances I know," Violet explained. "Maybe I'll just disappear and he'll never notice," she told them pushing her heavy glasses back up her nose.
"He needs to know that you are leaving," Lisa told her.
"You'll break his heart even worse if you don't say goodbye," Kelly added.
"You're right," Violet nodded. "I said I would tell him, and I must." She started to stand, but got her foot caught in the mess of taffeta. The other girls tried to help her, but found themselves caught in the material as well. After a little struggle, all four girls were up again, smoothing out their dresses.
Kelly, Jessie, and Lisa gave Violet a weak smile as she slipped out the bathroom door.
With her head down, Violet walked slowly down the hall, the clicks of her heels were the only sound she heard until she arrived at the gym door. She hesitantly opened the door and peeked her head in. Scanning the room, she saw Screech sitting on the bleachers holding two cups of punch a goofy look was on his face as he searched the room. Violet knew he was looking for her. As soon as he saw Violet, he waved and ran clumsily over to her with a cup of punch in each hand.
"Here you are, my heart!" He grinned as he handed her a cup of punch. "You know, I was thinking I could teach you a couple of my moves during this next song. You tuck in your arms like this," he explained tucking in his arms like bird wings, "and you just flap them around as you move to the music!" he told her demonstrating.
Violet smiled meekly, "That's wonderful, Samuel. But I was wondering if we could talk."
"Sure, my heart!" Screech straightened. The two walked over to the bleachers and took a seat.
Violet looked down at her hands and her chinned quivered.
"What's wrong, Violet?" Screech asked concerned.
"Samuel," Violet spoke softly as her chin continued to quiver. "There's something I have needed to tell you for a while now, but I never had the courage."
"I know where this is going!" Screech said as he patted her hands. "I'm crazy about you Violet, but I'm going to have to say no," he told her gently. "We're both too young to get married!"
Violet shook her head, "No, Samuel. I'm not asking you to marry me."
"Whew," Screech said wiping his forehead. Then, a realization came over his face. "You're sad because you've got something bad to tell me."
Violet nodded. "Samuel," Violet cleared her throat, "I got accepted to a boarding school in Europe."
Screech sat straighter, "Wow! You've always wanted to study abroad! You've already gotten accepted to a prestigious college! That's great!"
"It isn't a college, Samuel. It's a high school," Violet informed him solemnly.
"But Bayside is a high school and you go to Bayside," Screech corrected. Then, his face dropped. "Oh," he realized.
"Yeah. Oh," Violet agreed. "My parents think it will be best for me. I have to move soon while there is still an opening."
"How soon?" Screech asked.
"Very soon," Violet told him twitching her nose. "Monday to be precise," she looked back down at her hands. "I wanted to tell you sooner, but I just couldn't bring myself… it just didn't seem real," she drifted off. "I never wanted to break your heart Samuel," she told him as she shook her head.
A sad look came over Screech's face, but he tried his best to turn it into a smile. "Look, Violet. Don't be sad because of me. This is the opportunity of a lifetime! As much as I want you to stay, I'm not the kind of guy who would ask you to give up your dreams. I'd never forgive myself, and I think, in the long run, you'd never forgive me either" he told her as he put his hand on hers. "I'm just a geeky guy who lucked out for a semester when he met you!" he grinned goofily.
"Oh, Samuel!" Violet cried as she flung her arms around him. "I'm going to miss you so much!"
Mr. Belding walked over to the two and tapped Violet on the shoulder. "Violet, your parents are here. They are waiting outside." Then, he turned and walked away.
Violet pushed up her glasses and smiled weakly at Screech. "I guess I've got to go."
Screech nodded. "Would you like me to walk you out?"
Violet shook her head.
Screech looked down at his shoes sadly.
"I'll never forget you, Samuel Powers," Violet whispered as she kissed him on the cheek.
He raised his head and gave a sideways smile. "I'll never forget you either, Violet."
A tear escaped down Violets cheek as she stood up and gave a small wave.
"Goodnight, Violet," Screech waved back.
"Goodbye, Samuel," she whispered.
"Goodbye, Violet," Screech whispered as he watched her disappear through the gym door forever.
