After practicing my promposal all night long, I finally felt like I was ready to do it. I texted a girl from band who plays guitar and asked her if she could help me. Luckily, she agreed, which kinda surprised me. I told her what was gonna happen, and what song I was planning on singing. I didn't wanna make her learn the song in one night, but she said it was okay.
I dressed up really nice (well, not dressed up, but I wore nice clothes), and made sure my hair and everything looked good. I grabbed my jacket and left my room, heading downstairs. Gus was serving breakfast for Uncle Curtis when I got down there.
Gus looked up when I walked in. "Hey, kiddo. Ready to go?" She asked.
I nodded. "Yep. I've got everything all ready to go. Ready to... ask my girlfriend to prom!" Wow, that was weird to say. "Wow. Who would've ever thought I'd be saying that, huh?" I laughed.
Gus shrugged, chuckling. "I had some notion." She told me, trying to walk towards the door, grabbing her keys on the way.
I raised my eyebrows and stopped her. "What?! What do you mean?" I asked, smiling as I crossed my arms over my chest.
Gus laughed, shaking her head. "When you met Nicole, you were different. You seemed more yourself, ya know? I knew that girl was gonna be a special person in your life," she explained. She smiled a little bit and chuckled again. "Besides, you know that your Uncle Curtis and I knew there was somethin' goin' on between you two that first night she came over. Don't make me remind you of what I walked in on that night, either."
I blushed, shaking my head quickly. "Oh, you- you don't need to. I remember. It was embarrassing," I spoke awkwardly.
Curtis looked at us. "What did you walk in on, Gus?" He asked curiously.
We both shook our heads. "Oh, nothing." We said in unison.
"C'mon, we gotta get going." Gus said to me, stepping over to give Uncle Curtis a quick kiss goodbye.
We stepped outside of the house and headed to the truck. It was a bit warmer outside, but there was still some snow on the ground. We got into Gus's truck and she started driving while I took deep breaths to try to calm myself down.
I left my house, heading to my car. I was about to get in to go pick Waverly up when I got a text from her.
Waves: Hey, baby! Don't worry about picking me up today. I had to get to school early to take care of something, so Gus gave me a ride. I'll see you at school! I love you!
I sighed, locking my phone before getting in the car and putting my seat belt on. Well, at least I'll have time to set up my promposal. I started the car and waited a few minutes to let the engine warm up before pulling out of the driveway.
While I was driving, I couldn't help but think about what I was about to do. The thought just continued to weigh heavy on my mind, even though it was something I really wanted. What if they don't even let us go? What if she doesn't even want to go?
...
What if Tucker sees?
No. Stop thinking about that. Who cares if Tucker sees? This isn't about him. This is about me and Waverly. My girlfriend. Not Tucker's.
I pulled up to the school, looking around quickly to see if I saw Waverly anywhere. I didn't know what she needed to be at school early for, but I didn't want her to see me carrying all of the things I was planning on using to ask her to prom. I didn't see her, so I pulled into the student parking lot and parked in my usual spot. I turned the engine off and took one last deep breath.
"You got this, Nicole. You can do this. It's gonna be okay," I muttered to myself. My heart was pounding. I was about to ask the girl of my dreams to prom, and I couldn't more nervous. Come on... Don't wait too long... "Okay." I exhaled sharply and got out of the car, closing the door behind me and heading to the trunk. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tucker Gardner making his way over to me. I ignored him at first, opening the trunk with my key and opening it.
"Nicole, right?" I heard Tucker ask.
I rolled my eyes, slamming the trunk shut. I directed my attention to him, turning around and folding my arms over my chest. "What do you want?" I asked pointedly, my tone quite rude.
Tucker held his hands up in mock surrender, his expression amused. "I just wanna talk," he told me.
I glared at him, not in the mood for his bullshit. "Well, I'd rather not talk to you, so if you don't mind, I have something I've gotta do." I snapped, turning around and opening the trunk again.
Tucker put his hand on the trunk and pushed it closed. "Waverly's not gay," he said.
I looked at him, my eyebrows furrowed. "I never said she was, Tucker."
Tucker shook his head. "No. But you're corrupting her. She thinks she loves you."
I scoffed, shaking my head. "Oh, you're way out of line. You don't know anything about Waverly or our relationship, so I suggest you mind your own business."
"I know Waverly. And she's not a lesbian. She needs a man, Nicole. And you're not a man." His expression was completely serious, letting me know that he genuinely believed that Waverly needed a man.
I smirked a bit. "What? You think you're "man enough" for Waverly? News flash, Tucker. She doesn't want a man, and she certainly doesn't want you. So why don't you just leave us alone, okay?" I snapped at him one last time, my tone harsh.
He backed away a few steps and I opened my trunk again, pulling out all of the things I'd gotten for the promposal and closing the trunk. I turned around immediately and started walking towards the entrance of the school.
When I walked in, I rushed through the hallway, muttering "excuse me" to everyone I passed. I made my way to Waverly's locker, but was suprised to see a note taped to the door.
I walked over to it and looked at it. It was written by Waverly, in black marker. "Nicole, come to the auditorium. I have to talk to you..." I read quietly, my eyebrows furrowed. "Weird, but I guess..." I muttered, turning around and heading in the direction of the auditorium.
When I got there, the doors were wide open, with rose petals scattered into a trail, leading into the building. I looked down at the petals, confused.
What the hell is going on?
I sighed, deciding the only way to find out was to follow the trail. So that's what I did. I followed the trail, into the auditorium. There were simple, yet gorgeous decorations set up around the room, and I immediately knew Waverly was responsible. Other students followed me into the room curiously, muttering questions to each other.
"What's going on?" One person whispered.
"Who did all this?" Another asked quietly.
"Is this for her?" Someone else muttered.
I ignored them, walking down the aisle until the petals stopped. There was a seat in the front that had a sign taped to it. It was also written by Waverly.
RESERVED FOR NICOLE HAUGHT
Well, whatever this is... I should probably sit down for it. I took a seat in the chair that was apparently reserved for me and looked around, waiting patiently for whatever was about to happen. I realized I still have my things I'd gotten to ask Waverly to prom in my arms, so I set them down in the seat next to me.
The closed curtains of the stage parted slightly and Waverly stepped out, looking nervous. She held a microphone in her right hand, while her left was at her side, playing with the hem of her shirt.
Waverly cleared her throat. "Um. So- you guys are all probably wondering what this is..." She trailed off. She looked at me and I smiled at her. She smiled back and then took a deep breath. "Nearly ten months ago, I ran into someone. Like, literally ran into someone. And it hurt, but I would be lying if I said it wasn't the best thing that ever happened to me. Eight months ago, I started dating that person," she spoke. She looked at me again, making eye contact. "I can't help but think that... if I hadn't been running that day, we wouldn't be where we are today."
I smiled, tears welling up in my eyes. What is she doing?
"Nicole, you are inarguably the most important thing in my life right now. Besides, ya know, graduation-" Everyone chuckled. Waverly let out an airy laugh. "But we're not there yet." She said, though it seemed like she had no intention of continuing after that.
And she didn't. She turned around, without another word, and disappeared behind the curtains again. The curtains remained closed for a couple more minutes before the sound of an acoustic guitar began to play.
The curtains opened slowly, revealing Waverly standing behind a microphone, and some girl from band sitting on a wooden stool a few feet away from her. I froze as I watched Waverly. She seemed like she was gathering up courage. Was she gonna sing?
As if answering my silent question, Waverly breathed in, and began to sing.
"As we wake up in your room, your face is the first thing I see
The first time I've seen love, and the last I'll ever need
You remind her, that your future would be nothing without her
Never lose her, I'm afraid
Better think of something good to say
But it's all been done, more than once
So I'll keep on trying
Oh, God, don't let me be the only one who says..."
Waverly looked at me the whole time she sang, and I felt so many different positive emotions at once that if someone asked me to explain how I felt, I wouldn't even know what to say.
"No, at the top of our lungs
There's no, no such thing as too young
When second chances won't leave you alone
Then there's faith in love,"
Waverly took a deep breath. I could tell she was nervous. I looked at her, never breaking eye contact.
"You got this," I mouthed to her.
A small smile spread across her lips and she inhaled.
"She was always the one,
I'll repeat it again - the one,
No such thing as too young
Red lights flash in the car we're kissing in,
Call me crazy
I've always tried to remind her
That the future's just a few heartbeats away from disaster
I'm afraid that I've thrown it all away,"
I shook my head a bit, smiling at her.
"No, at the top of our lungs
There's no, no such thing as too young
Second chances won't leave you alone..."
Waverly's voice trailed off and she took the microphone off of the microphone stand before gesturing for me to come onto the stage. I stood up and walked to the stairs, climbing them to make my way to her.
Waverly continued to sing softly.
"No... At the top of our lungs,
There's no, no such thing as too young
Second chances won't leave you alone..."
I finally reached her and she took my hand.
"We'll repeat it again - there's no, no such thing as too young
Second chances won't leave you alone
'Cause there's faith in love,
If you kiss me goodnight, I'll know...
Everything is alright
Second chances won't leave us alone...
'Cause there's faith in love..."
As the girl playing the guitar played what seemed to be the outro of the song, Waverly turned me around just as a banner fell.
WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME?
The crowd of students gasped collectively, some "aww"-ing.
My eyes widened. "Holy shit," I breathed. I stared at the banner before looking at Waverly.
She looked at me with hope, her gorgeous smile spread across her lips. The smile I never grew tired of seeing.
I smiled widely, tears falling down my cheeks. "Actually, I was planning on asking you already..." I responded.
Waverly's eyes watered, and her smiled seemed to get even bigger. "Really?" She asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah... Guess you beat me to it, huh?" I laughed.
Waverly laughed. "Guess so," she replied.
The kids in the audience laughed a bit.
"So is that a yes?" Waverly asked me, biting her lip.
I laughed and nodded. "Yes, Wave. It's a yes. Of course it a yes!" I answered.
Everyone cheered and I gave Waverly a huge hug, lifting her up off the ground. She giggled, her arms wrapped around my neck. We pulled away from the hug a bit to look each other in the eyes.
"I love you... And I can't wait to go to prom with you," I whispered.
Waverly smiled. "I love you," she replied. She brushed her nose against mine. "And I can't wait to go to prom with you."
Our lips connected in a soft kiss, and the cheering continued. Some guys in the crowd started to be total pigs, yelling things like "take your tops off" or some crap like that. We didn't care though. We ignored them.
My beautiful girlfriend had just asked me to prom in probably the most elaborate way I'd ever witnessed, and I couldn't think of anything better.
After everyone cleared out of the auditorium and Waverly thanked the girl who'd helped her, we started to clean up all of her decorations she'd made.
"So this is what you were doing on your laptop, huh?" I asked, smiling at her.
Waverly laughed. "Yes. I wasn't watching porn... I was planning this whole thing. Did you like it?" She asked.
I looked at her, raising my eyebrows. "Did I like it? Baby, I loved it. It was amazing! Way better than what I had planned," I told her with a quiet laugh.
Waverly chuckled as she finished getting rid of the last bit of the decorations. "What did you have planned?"
I sheepishly walked over to where I'd been sitting and gestured to the stuff I'd put in the seat beside it. "That. That's what I had planned."
Waverly looked through them, smiling at the bear and the roses. "Sooo a big teddy bear, some roses, and a banner that just says "Prom?" on it?" She questioned, looking up at me.
I sighed, giving a quiet chuckle. "Yeah... I didn't wanna do a huge cheesy thing because I wasn't sure how you felt about all that stuff. But clearly I should have planned something more elaborate."
Waverly put the teddy bear and roses down and stepped closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist, making sure my hands didn't go lower than her hips.
"Just because I did something elaborate doesn't mean what you had planned wouldn't have been absolutely perfect. I would have said yes no matter how you asked me," Waverly promised.
I smiled at her for a brief moment before she caught my lips with hers. I kissed back, closing my eyes and pulling her close.
"Mmm," she pulled away and pressed her forehead against mine. "You make me so happy that it's actually kind unreal," she whispered.
I smiled at her. "I could say the same about you," I whispered back. "Now let's go buy us some prom tickets!" I exclaimed, pulling away and taking her hands.
"Can you believe it, Nicole? We're actually going to prom together!" I said excitedly, holding the prom tickets up.
Nicole smiled. "I can, actually." She replied, taking my free hand into hers.
I smiled back at her as she interwined our fingers and kissed the back of my hand. "Really?" I asked her.
She nodded. "Oh, yeah. I couldn't picture myself going to prom with anyone else."
I blushed. "I couldn't either," I replied.
I held the prom tickets in my hand while Nicole held the teddy bear and roses she'd gotten for me in her arm. We walked down the hallway, planning on putting the bear and flowers in my locker until lunchtime. During lunch, we were going to put them in Nicole's car. When we were getting closer to my locker, we noticed Champ standing next to it, leaning against the other lockers. He looked like he was waiting.
Nicole stopped walking and huffed. "Great. First Tucker, and now Champ." She grumbled, rolling her eyes.
I sighed, squeezing her hand. "C'mon. If we let them get the best of us, then we let them win," I told her.
She looked at me and smiled a bit. "You're right, baby."
I smiled widely. "I know," I said.
Nicole chuckled and kissed my cheek. We made out way to my locker, hand-in-hand. When we got there, Champ stood up straight and looked at me.
"Can we talk, Waverly?" Champ asked, his voice quiet.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone," I responded. I didn't once let go of Nicole's hand.
Champ nodded. "You did," he replied.
I looked at him expectantly, my eyebrows raised. "Exactly. So why are you here?"
"I wanna talk to you."
"Well, I don't wanna talk, Champ."
"I'm sorry, okay? Sorry I was such a dick... I just-" Champ stopped, like he was struggling to find the words.
I finally let go of Nicole's hand and crossed my arms over my chest. "You just what? Huh? What is it, Champ? Please, tell me what could have possibly made it okay for you to act the way you did." I snapped at him, glaring holes right into his face (if that were even possible). I felt Nicole put her hand on my lower back and I calmed down... Well... Kind of.
Champ flinched when I snapped and shook his head a bit. "I loved you! Okay? And- and this redhead just comes along, and all of a sudden you're head over heels for her! I felt-"
"Insecure?" Nicole asked, interrupting him.
Champ looked at her. There was anger in his eyes for a split second, and then it went away. "I- Well-... Yeah, kinda."
I looked at him, my eyebrows furrowed. "So you feeling insecure because I liked someone else gave you the right to be an asshole and try to force me to have sex with you when I broke up with you?" I asked him. I sounded confused, mostly because I actually was. I was very confused. I didn't understand why he thought that was okay. "You really think this is something you can just apologize for? And then- ya know- all will be forgiven?"
Champ shrugged. "I mean, I was kinda hoping... I want you back, Wave. I want you go to prom with me."
I scoffed, breaking out into an amused smile. "After my huge promposal for Nicole, you really think I'd just leave her and go with you instead? Wow... You really are something else, Hardy James."
I shook my head and started to walk away, the prom tickets still in my hand. I heard Nicole call my name, but I didn't turn around. I just kept going.
I watched Waverly walk away and called her name a few times to see if she'd stop or come back. When she didn't, I looked at Champ.
"You got some nerve, you know that?" I told him.
He furrowed his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes at me. "Oh, I got some nerve? You're the one who stole my girl."
"It was eight months ago, Champ. Let it go already." Has he really been holding onto it this whole time? "Besides, she was never YOURS to begin with with. She doesn't belong to anyone but herself."
Champ scoffed. "Oh, really? So she's not yours then?" He asked.
"She's my girlfriend, not my property, asshole."
Champ rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You can have her. She talks too much. Only thing that mouth is good for is a blow job."
Without thinking, I dropped the teddy bear and flowers, letting them fall to the floor as I shoved Champ into the lockers.
"What the hell did you just say?" I practically yelled at him.
There were "oohs" all around us as the other students came to gather around.
"You heard me," Champ shot back.
"You shut you goddamn mouth about her."
"Or what, huh?" Champ challenged. "Are you mad that she actually did it for me? She probably makes you do all the work, huh?"
"Shut. Up."
"She does, doesn't she?"
"I said shut the hell up before I make you, Champ."
I was fuming at this point. I can't believe he was talking about Waverly like that.
Champ took a step towards me. "She's a hot bitch with a nice ass. That's only reason I ever even looked at her."
I shoved him again, ready to knock his ass out. I heard the kids that had surrounded us start to cheer me on.
"Kick his ass, Nicole!"
"Yeah, Nicole!"
"Screw you, Champ!"
"Fuck him up, Nicole!"
I went to punch him, but familiar hands grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"Nicole, what the hell are you doing?" Waverly demanded as she pulled me to face her.
"You didn't hear the awful things he was saying about you! He's an asshole!" I told her, my expression softening as I looked at her.
Waverly crossed her arms. "Oh, believe me, I'm well aware of what he thinks. But do not-" She looked around at all the people. "Don't you have anything better to do?" She asked them. She waved them off. "Go away!"
The teens groaned and reluctantly turned away, continuing to their classes.
Waverly looked at me again. "As I was saying... Do not ruin our chances of going to prom together by getting suspended for fighting. He's not worth it." She told me, her tone stern. She shifted her attention to Champ. "And you. If you don't leave us alone, I'll sic Wynonna on your roughriding ass. Got it?" She snapped at him.
Champ let out a sigh. "Fine," he muttered.
He finally turned and walked away, not looking back. I was glad he didn't because if he did, I probably would've thrown my shoe at him. I looked at Waverly, whose arms were now crossed over her chest again.
"Baby, I'm sorry, okay? I just- I let him push my buttons and I really shouldn't have-" I began to apologize. I was cut off by Waverly grabbing me by my shirt and pulling me into a kiss. I closed my eyes and raised my eyebrows, kissing back. When she pulled away, I looked at her, surprised. "Well, that was one hell of a way to get me to shut up," I laughed.
Waverly giggled. "Look, I don't care what Champ said about me. He's been saying those things since I broke up with him. He wants to make it seem like he doesn't care that I dumped him, so he tells people that he only dated me for my ass or some disgusting shit like that. But you need to work on not letting him get to you. Seriously, he's not worth ruining our prom night. Okay?"
I nodded. "Okay. I promise I won't let him get to me anymore."
"Or Tucker."
I groaned. "Really?"
Waverly looked at me with a serious expression. "Yes, really."
"But Tucker-"
"I don't care. We will not let them ruin this for us."
I sighed. "Alright. I won't."
Waverly raised an eyebrow. "Swear?"
I nodded. "Yes. I swear."
She broke out into her usual beautiful smile. "Good. Now," she bent down to pick up the flowers and teddy bear. "Let's get these into my locker so we can get to class."
I walked over to my locker and put the combination in before opening the door and grabbing the books I needed. I handed them to Nicole and shoved the teddy bear inside. I set the flowers in there gently so I didn't mess them up any more than they already were after Nicole dropped them.
When they were inside, I closed my locker and turned around to look at Nicole. I took my books from her and took her hand. I noticed the sad look on her face, and sighed.
"It's gonna be okay, Nicole," I told her.
Nicole looked at me and nodded a bit. "I know... Because you're with me." She said, breaking out into a smile.
I smiled. "Damn straight."
A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you all liked this chapter... Promposal and all! I've got some preeeeeetty exciting new ideas in the making, and I cannot wait for the next chapters. I really think you guys are gonna like what I have planned.
At least, I hope you're going to!
Anyways, as I said before, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Thank you for reading this story, it's become much bigger than I could have ever imagine! #1 in #wayhaught on Wattpad? That's insane! Thank you so so much. I probably wouldn't have continued this story without all of you reading it! I appreciate you all :)
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LyricalDisaster