Title: Prom Night

Disclaimer: I don't own American Dragon: Jake Long.

Author's Note: Here's to my reviewers.

midianek: You are my first reviewer. Strawberry? I like strawberry too. You should watch the show. On Saturday at eight o'clock US Eastern Standard time a brand new, never before seen episode is coming on. So go ahead and watch it. It will help you understand the characters a lot better. I love leaving cliffhangers. They are pure evil.

fudogg: Technically, yes. But, he never told her until now, so she didn't know, therefore couldn't harness her dragon abilities. But...there's an explanation in this chapter as to why he didn't kill her, so read away.

teenchic2004: So you like French Toast? I guess I can give you a Pop-Tart, too, because I love all of my reviewers (except for flamers, who will go to hell). I usually try to update every day on at least one of my stories, so you won't have to worry about that until Aug. 15, when I won't be home and I'll have homework every night. Five o'clock? Ouch. I don't have a job yet. I'm only fifteen, but I want to work at Olive Garden. I've got an application and everything. I just have to wait 32 more days, and I turn sixteen! Yeah! Anyways, I'm glad you like this story.

Chapter 2: Information and a Poster

"What?" Thorn choked out. Huntsman sat down and Thorn copied him. "I'm a what?"

"You're a dragon," he said. "Fortunately, you are one of the skip generation dragons."

'I know what that means. Jake's mom is one,' Thorn thought.

"Meaning?" she asked. She didn't want him to know that she knew so much about dragons.

"This means that you have the blood of a dragon in you, but you cannot use any dragon abilities," Huntsman said. Thorn nodded. "Your birthmark, however, is your greatest weapon. It will help you find the American Dragon's human form."

'I didn't find him...he found me,' she thought, smiling to herself.

"Yes, and that will be his last day on earth," she said. Huntsman smiled.

"You have one month and three days until your birthday," he said. Thorn nodded. She then realized something.

"Huntsmaster, if I am a dragon, why haven't you...killed me?" she asked. Huntsman frowned.

"Before you were born, your mother was the youngest member of the Huntsclan," he said. "I needed young people to help me hunt magical creatures, and you, Thorn, were the only one I could find. Even if you did have dragon blood." Thorn nodded.

"Thank you, Huntsmaster," she said and exited the room. She walked upstairs to her bedroom to find a message on her answering machine. She pressed the play button and a familiar voice came out of the machine.

"Rose, I have to go to the Dragon Council. Something about Haley. I'll be back in three days, so don't miss me too much. See ya then," the voice said. Thorn frowned. She couldn't even tell Jake what she had just found out.

The next day at school, Rose roamed the hallways. She was alone without Jake there. He would always walk her to class. As she turned the corner, she noticed a poster. It had a picture of a couple, dressed formally, dancing. She stopped to read the poster.

"Don't miss the senior prom," it read. "Pair up and come out on May 4. In the school gym at 8:00pm. Party afterwards. Remember to look your best. Tickets are $5 for singles and $9 for couples. Seniors may bring underclassmen." Rose smiled. She's been waiting for prom since she'd started high school. Jake had promised to take her when it finally came. She had assumed that he didn't want anyone else to take her, so he had asked her freshman year. The bell rang and she started to walk to class. She didn't mind that she was late. If she ever got a detention, she could always slip out unnoticed. She was, after all, a professional Huntsgirl.

She stopped just before she opened the door to her classroom. The words on the poster ran through her head once again. "Don't miss the senior prom. Pair up and come out on May 4." She sighed heavily and mentally kicked herself. That was her eighteenth birthday.

'Great,' she thought as she entered the classroom.

I know this is really short, and I think this is a cliffhanger. Not positive. Anyways, I ran three miles in about thirty minutes (which is pathetic for me). I made the mistake of wearing black to run in (not a good idea when the heat index is ninety-two at seven in the morning). I might post another chapter as soon as I write it. I've got summer reading to do, so SparkNotes, here I come.

-Ayla-