After school

3:08 PM

Nattasia felt a yank on her back, and turned around, ready to slap whoever it was. "Oh, hey" she smiled.

Bender smiled back "Hey sweets". He started to walk with her down the stairs of Shermer, once they reached the bottom everyone had left for home, and they were the only ones left on campus, with a few other people strangling to get home. A cold gust of wind swept through her hair, and made her shiver a bit. She noticed Boomer leaning aginst the hood of his Mustang, probably waiting for Bender.

"Whats up?" She asked, moving the hair out of her eye. Her green eyes looked into his dark brown ones.

Bender reached down and intertwined fingers with her. "Gotta ask you something." He smirked.

"I'm too young to get married." She smirked.

He chucked, nervously. He couldn't remember the last time he was nervous. "Uh...well, fuck." He completely lost his words. He was stuck there staring at her. This beautiful girl was his. How? He was such a dick to everyone, including her. He was extremely lucky, and he did not want to let her go. She cared about him, and he did her. He did not want to ruin this moment.

"What?" she started to blush, seeing how intently he was looking at her.

"You're just so beautiful. And I don't really know how to ask you to Prom." he said as he straightened up, and flipped his hair with his signature smirk.

Nattasia's heart stopped. She put her hands over her mouth, and her eyes started to fill with tears.

"...I hope that's a yes. Am I really that fuckin' ugly?" He joked. She laughed and opened her arms, allowing herself to fall onto him in an embrace.

"I love you." She whispered into his ear. Bender was kind of put off guard. He couldn't remember the last time someone

said that to him. They stayed that way for a couple of minutes, in silence.

When Nattasia got home both of her parents were there. "Hey guys" she said, they both greeted her with the usual question "How was school?"

She coughed a bit, "I...got asked to the prom." She said, not knowing how they would react.

Her mom started to cry, "My baby is growing up!" And hugged her.

"Mom calm down, jeesh." she said, slightly annoyed. Her mother always overreacted. Weather it was good or bad. An A on a math test? Her mom acted like she was going to the Olympics. A B- on a math test? Her mom acted like it was her fault that the human species died out.

Her dad was happy, but said, "Is he nice? Does he treat you right? Tasha I swear to god if-"

"No, daddy he's nice." She smiled, and moved her hair behind her ear.

"Well when he picks you up I want to meet him." He said. He laied the paper down on the coffee table, and took a sip of his coffee.

"Ok, ok." She laughed. "Prom is in three months...I don't know what I should wear."

"Three months? Wow that's a long time from now. Maybe he will forget about you." Her dad smiled. Nattasia slapped his shoulder playfully then hugged both of them before going up the stairs to her room, and laying down on her bed. Her heart was fluttering, and she smiled. Finally. She thought. She jumped up quickly and undressed, putting on a pair of sleep shorts and a XXL T-shirt, her usual sleep ware. She then got out a piece of paper and a pencil. She began to draw an outline of a dress.

"Where have ya been?" Bender heard after walking into his front door.

"Out." Bender responded shortly, and began to walk into his room, trying to avoid his dad. He did not want anything to ruin this day.

"Well as long as you live under this roof you will tell me where you have been." His dad continued to say, his words slurred because he was drunk, as usual. Bender ignored him, and walked past the couch in front of the television to get to his room. Before he knew it his 6"3 dad was standing in front of him, he was about four inches taller than Bender. Bender and him glared at each other, and tension filled the air. Bender tried to go to the right, then the left, his dad was not letting him go. He was about to open his mouth to say something, then a sting surged across his face. A trickle of blood came out of his nose, and he was done. He didn't want to fight back anymore. He just wanted this to stop.

"Why?" He asked his dad, through a cracking voice full of pain.

His dad was shocked that he actually said something. Normally Bender would just fight back, and would normally lose. He smiled a cold smile, "'Cause I can." He said simply.

"Why do you give a shit?" Bender said, eyes turning red with tears. "Does it satisfy you to fuck up your own son just because 'you can'? I hate you." Bender said, pointing a finger into his dads face. "I wish I was never your son. You're a lousy father. Who am I fuckin' kidding? Your the farthest thing from a father." Before he could finish, he saw his father's fist, and the whole world went black.