As she crumpled, my reflexes took control and I had her in my arms before she could finish her descent to the cold, hard tile of the band room. I was shocked, really. I had expected her to be surprised, as any freshman in their right mind would be. I had expected at the very least a dropped jaw and bulging eyes. Several other scenarios would have been her squealing and hopping around again, her giving me a huge hug after a shocked silence, and even a stuttered, "M-me? Y-you want to g-go with me?" I had taken it as far as to prepare for rejection, as well. But I had never expected her to just faint on me!
Everyone else in the band room had stopped what they were doing and were staring at her and me. I looked around at them, helpless, and they just stared blankly back at me.
"What'd you do to her, Lucas?" Ben Jervis, a junior trumpet-player, said.
"Nothing! She just...fell." So I didn't tell the whole truth...it's not like my love life was meant to be some public bulletin.
"Sure..." he said, unbelieving.
I ignored him and gently shook my potential, and unconscious, prom date.
"Cheyenne, Cheyenne..."