The first thing I noticed when I got into my last period class was one of the staff members that patrol the school for people who ditch was standing next to the teacher. He had a manilla envelope in his hands, and at first I couldn't understand why he was here.

"Hey Armin. Why is that guy here?" I whispered, pointing to the man. Armin shrugged.

"I don't know. The only time they ever come here with those envelopes is when we have to vote for a dance."

And then it hit me.

Prom. Prom was coming up. It was a little weird considering no other school has prom in February or March, but then again, our school wasn't exactly what anyone considered "normal." I had never been into school dances, but everyone (even Annie out of all people) convinced me that this was the year to go. The girls were especially excited that they could go shopping with me for dresses, which made me realize that this would be my first (but thank god not the last) Prom I'd spend in a dress. A goddamn dress. What even.

But that wasn't my only concern. It was a week away, and I had no dress, no shoes, no make up skills, and no date. The first three could be fixed easily (mom was practically had a seizure when I told her that I had to go dress shopping). But as for the last one... well, it was obvious who I wanted. But I couldn't even bring myself to hint at asking or anything. My last option was just to wait and see if he'd ask me first.

Unfortunately, the subject was not dropped by the end of the day like I hoped it would be, and I had my friends and mom to thank for that.

"Jane! Who're you hoping will ask you? Franz just asked me in the sweetest way!" Hannah had said, then rambled on about flowers. She somehow attracted a large crowd of girls, who bombarded me with questions.

"Who do you think will ask you?"

"What's the color of your dress?"

"Do you need me to do your make up?"

"Can I do your hair?"

Enough. Enough with all the questions.

"I really don't know if I want to go anymore," I stated, silencing all talk around me. Everyone stared in shock.

"Well, why not?" I gave a sigh. The crowd seemed to get more and more cramped the more I talked.

"I just... I don't know. I don't really want to think about spending my first prom in a dress instead of a tux." Ah, shit. That's not really what I wanted to say, I just can't concentrate right now. Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, then lowered in sadness. But suddenly, another voice spoke up.

"Well, then let's get you a tux!" Everyone turned to face the voice- who happened to be Ymir- in shock. Even my mouth was hanging open just a little bit.

"Uh, what exactly do you mean?" someone asked.

"I mean, it's obviously uncomfortable for Jane to be doing a bunch of girly stuff. I feel where she's coming from; I hate that chick stuff too. So, let's let her get a cute little tux for the lucky guy." I could not believe what I was hearing right now. NO GUY, and I repeat, NO GUY is going to want to dance with a girl in tuxedo. Girls who are lesbians do that shit, not me. But my jaw dropped even lower when every girl seemed on board with the idea.

"Are you all fucking insane? No guy is going to want to dance with a girl who looks like a man!" I shouted, but it was to no avail. Everyone was too excited about planning the "most gorgeous tuxedo any girl has ever worn."

God I hated everything. But thankfully, my luck changed in a matter of hours.

Later that night, my mom had somehow caught wind of the girl's plan to get me a tux. She seemed a little disappointed that I wouldn't be getting a dress, but I tried explaining that none of the girls ever listen when I tell them that I was okay being in one.

"Well, then how about you and I go shopping tonight, just the two of us, and get you a dress?" I smiled. It wasn't the best thing ever, but it was better than being in a tuxedo.

"Thanks mom."

When we arrived at the store, there were all kinds of styles. High-lows, flapper girl dresses, sequin tops (it honestly kind of concerns me that I knew the names of these before I was a girl). I didn't want a big, flashy dress, so I settled on a simple red dress that went just past my knees. It had a couple sequins at the top, which my mom was super happy about.

The next step was to get shoes. I was definitely NOT walking in high heels for the entire night, so I settled on some red flats, which once again, had a scatter of sequins. And with that, the outfit was done, excluding the make up of course.

The next day, I had to break it to the girls that I wasn't wearing a tux to prom (a lot of them, especially Ymir, were disappointed). But they barely had any time to be sad when I announced that I would be wearing a dress instead, which prompted the girls to ask if they could do my make up and hair. Eventually it would happen, but for right now, I'd have to wait and see if I even had a date.

With only a week left to go until the event, I started to get pretty nervous on what I'd do date wise. I had seen Marco every day, and it was getting harder and harder to keep my cool around him. There was one time I specifically remember where he asked me what the homework for biology was, and I ended up saying "black tuxedo" because I was imagining him in his suit.

God I am such a loser sometimes.

Finally, it was time to go home. The last class had been so incredibly boring, and hard to concentrate on since I was sort of dreading having my mom experiment with her make up on me tonight. But luckily, Marco stepped in just in time to save me.

"Jane, it's been awhile since you've been over at my house. You wanna come over again so we could play some Left 4 Dead?" I nodded enthusiastically. I loved playing video games at Marco's. It was always an intense competition, and I love competition. He smiled one of his heart melting smiles.

"Great! See you at around 5 then." he said, as he walked out the doors to his car. Well, it certainly wasn't asking me to prom, but it was something pretty much equally as cool. I suppose I could live with it for now.