Troy walked in to the dance, Rachel in hand. Troy was wearing a black tux, and Rachel was wearing a long black dress with diamond straps.

"Troy, I'm so glad we can be friends again. I'm sorry for being so mean. Now that all the girls understand what happened, we can finally relax and forget the bet ever happened!" said Rachel. "I'm gonna get us a drink."

Troy forced a smile and Rachel walked away, but just as she was walking away, Troy saw Paris walk up to him.

"Hi date!" said Paris, twirling around. "How do you like my dress?"

Paris was wearing a strapless light pink dress that stopped a little higher than the knee. She had her hair up in a high ponytail.

"You look amazing," said Troy.

"How about a drink?" exclaimed Paris over the loud music, and walked away.

"Sure," smiled Troy. "I'll wait here."

Troy thought he was off the hook, but Carol approached him.

"Hey," said Carol. "I'm glad we could come to this dance together! How do I look?"

Carol was wearing a long, turquoise gown with golden chain straps. She was wearing her hair down in loose waves.

"You look great," said Troy. "Just great."

"How about a drink for my date?" said Carol. And just as Carol walked away, Molly walked up to Troy.

"Hi Troy," said Molly. "You look fantastic! But do you like my dress?"

Molly was wearing a long, emerald-green dress with an empire waist.

"Incredible," said Troy.

"So… a drink on me?" whispered Molly.

"Yeah, sure," sighed Troy. "Why not?"

Rachel came to Troy with a cup of raspberry punch.

"Here you go," said Rachel, raising her glass. "To either of us being cheerleaders!"

"Aamen," laughed Troy. He drank his punch in one shot. "Um… I'm going to the DJ stand; I'll ask him to play a song."

"Okay," said Rachel. "I'll see you later."

Troy walked to the DJ stand, but was stopped by Paris.

"Troy, where have you been?" exclaimed Paris. "I thought you were going to stay where you were?"

"Oh yeah, sorry about that, I just wanted to hear my favorite song," said Troy, nervously, taking his glass of punch.

"Let's raise our glasses… to Shakespearean Theatre," laughed Paris.

"Of course," said Troy nervously. "Right… Shakespearean theatre."

"I'm going to the bathroom,"said Paris. "I'll see you later."

Paris walked to the bathroom, and Troy walked over to the D booth.

"Hi," said Troy to the DJ. "Can you play –"

"Troy!" said Carol, running to her date. "I've been looking for you to give you this." Carol held up a glass of punch for Troy.

"Oh, thanks," mumbled Troy. All this punch was making him want to go to the bathroom.

"To soccer players," exclaimed Carol, giggling.

"Right, soccer players, yup," Troy said, and laughed falsely.

"Um, I'm going to go on the dance floor. Will you join me?" whispered Carol in Troy's ear, taking his hand.

"Sure thing," mumbled Troy. "But I'm gonna use the bathroom first."

"Okay," said Carol, and walked away.

Troy ran to the bathroom, but was stopped by Molly. If he had to drink another glass of punch—

"Hey Troy," exclaimed Molly, popping out of nowhere. She had two cups of punch in her hand.

"Oh, hey Molly," said Troy nervously. "How are you?"

"I'll only be good if you drink this cup of punch I brought especially for my date," laughed Molly, raising her glass. "To… to singing in the right key."

"Cheers to that," said Troy, raising his cup. He drank it unwillingly and felt his stomach turning. "Look, I really need to use to bathroom. I'll be back in a sec."

"Okay," said Molly. "But be quick. They're announcing the King and Queen of Charity soon!"

"Yeah, the King of Charity," said Troy, pretending to be excited, and ran to the bathroom.