Linda O'Shea was excited- spring was her absolute favorite time of year! And this year she had an amazing boyfriend to take her to the prom. She couldn't stop talking about it, annoying everyone around her- she was sure.

She hadn't gotten a dress yet, but she was supposed to go that on Saturday with her grandma to a nicer store. She couldn't wait! She wanted to tell Danny about it— he hadn't asked her to the prom yet, so she had been dropping subtle hints here and there. Either he was very, very dense or he was planning to ask her in an elaborate fashion.

Linda stopped dead in her tracks, his name caught in her throat. She couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. Her boyfriend was talking to that bimbo Laura Drapes! Or whatever the hell her name was, Linda could never remember.

"So, Lori, I was wonderin'," Danny started, all smooth and cool. It made his girlfriend's stomach lurch. "If you don't have a date yet, I'd be happy to take you to the prom."

No!

Lori smiled and giggled, making Linda roll her eyes and gag. "I'd love to go with you!" She nearly squealed.

"Great."

"But what about your girlfriend?"

"She'll understand."

"No," Linda whispered. This was not supposed to happen! He was supposed to be asking her! She was his girlfriend after all! She turned around before she did something that she was going to regret... like slam Lori's head into a locker or castrate her boyfriend.

She cried all the way home, and no one not once asked her why she was so sad.

"You know what?" Linda told herself in the mirror. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and she was wearing a t shirt and sweatpants. She was supposed to be at prom, in her fantastic dress. But instead, she was in her room feeling less like a princess and more like a troll. "He's not going to ruin your night. You've rented a movie, you've got cookie dough ice cream and Stork's Orange Creams, and the perfect company. You're going to enjoy it."

She did not enjoy it, and decided that night she would treat Danny like he treated her. She was tired of being walked over or tossed aside like a sock with a hole in it.

"I can't believe I'm stuck in here with you," Linda groaned as she crossed her arms. "Why am I stuck in here with you?"

"I told you- the door is stuck." Danny wiggled the door knob for emphasis.

"That's great. That's really fantastic. I'm jumping for joy!"

"You don't have to be sarcastic about it."

She only huffed and rolled her eyes again, "aren't you going to get us out?"

"I would if I could, but I can't."

"Yes you can."

"What do you suggest I do? Break down the door?"

She paused, giving him a death glare, before exclaiming, "yes!"

Danny was getting frustrated with his girlfriend, who hadn't really been acting like one recently. He wondered what went wrong. "What is your problem, Linda?" He lowered his voice, "is it your time of the month?"

She looked at him, astounded. "I can't believe you just said that. That is the stupidest thing you've ever said."

"Well are you?"

She wanted to hit him. In fact, she did hit him- right on his shoulder.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You've been bitchy towards me for the last week, and I'm sick of it!"

"How was your prom?" She asked suddenly, her voice calmer now. "Hm? Did you have fun? Did you like getting all thrusty with that air headed ho?"

"What are you-"

"Laura Drapes! You took her to the prom, even though you're my boyfriend! You didn't even notice I wasn't there, did you?"

Danny mouthed a foul word, closing his eyes. "Shit, Linda, I-"

"Did you?!"

"Jimmy said you were sick."

"Yet you didn't think to call me just to see if I was okay." She shook her head, "I thought you were different, Danny. I guess I was wrong."

"Linda, I am so sorry-"

"Save it. There's no way you're sweet talking your way out of this one!"

Danny sighed, annoyed with Linda. All he did was take Lori to the prom, that wasn't so bad, was it? If that was all they did, but they didn't just go to the prom. He messed up, "Linda, I messed up-"

"Damn right you did! Was it worth it? Did you think of me when you were screwing her?"

"I didn't screw her."

"Yes you did. Didn't you hear? It's front page news. Danny Reagan shacking up, but not with that prude, Linda O'Shea."

"You're not a prude."

"I'm the only virgin in the school!"

"You'd be surprised," he muttered. Surely someone else had to have the same morals and values as Linda?

There was barely enough room in that broom closet for brooms, so Linda and Danny were practically on top of each other. She had been keeping her arms crossed to create some sort of distance- to keep those thoughts out of her head. She was still a Virgin- and she intended to keep it that way- but that did not mean her thoughts were pure. Her crossed arms didn't work, because when Danny shifted, his finger accidentally brushed against the zipper of her jeans. She gasped.

"What?"

"Your finger... it moved."

Danny was confused for a second, but then realized what he had inadvertently done. "Moved? Moved how? Like this?" He moved his finger again, smirking when Linda's lip went between her teeth.

"Yes, like that!"

He did it again, "do you mind?"

Yes, she minded. Was she going to stop him? Probably not- at least not until skin touched skin. She should've said no, she didn't want him to do that. She didn't, but secretly, in her fantasy, Danny had already done it.

Danny kissed her, and her crossed arms unfolded and went around his neck. She breathed him in as he continued rubbing his finger over her pants. She moaned, which gave him the opportunity to stick his tongue in her mouth.

What was she doing? One minute she was angry at him, and now she was letting him kiss her and touch her in a way she didn't want till marriage. She would stop him when there was no more fabric barrier.

The kissing intensified, and Danny wondered how long Linda would let this go on. Surely she'd stop him soon... wouldn't she? Shouldn't she? He decided to take a risk and pop open the button to her jeans. When she only continued to kiss him- and actually shifted a little bit for better access- he took that as a sign to go past the Jean barrier.

Linda moaned again- this one louder than the last- when his finger touched her black panties. Her heart picked up speed and her cheeks flushed, all while some voice inside her was screaming to stop before Mark happened all over again.

Danny was honestly very surprised to feel Linda's panties were a little bit damp. He had wrongfully assumed she didn't get aroused or turned on since she wanted to stay a virgin till her wedding night. Shouldn't she be stopping him? Shouldn't he be stopping?

"Danny," Linda moaned into his mouth. She rose to her toes to get his finger at a better angle, but when it fell there, her eyes widened and she pushed him away- as well as she could. "Danny, what are we doing?" She asked quickly.

"Uh, making out?"

She crossed her arms over her chest again, and pressed her legs together. "We- I- you... we... can't do that. With- with the finger and- and underwear..."

Danny stuck his hands in his pockets, "you weren't protesting, so I thought it was okay."

It was great, it was fantastic, it was exactly what she wanted. But she couldn't say that to him. "That leads to stuff I don't want. So let's not do that again. Okay? Just... get us out of here."

After some work, he managed to open the door, and they were able to walk out. The Lori Curtains Incident was forgotten, but the feel of his finger on was forever burned into her brain. Linda was not going to be able to concentrate on anything else or the rest of the day.