The bass of the DJ’s music thumps against the walls of the decorated gymnasium. Red and pink balloons float everywhere. It’s the Valentine’s Day Formal, and you are standing in the center of the dance floor, wearing the suit you bought specifically for tonight.

Jessica is standing on the stage in her crimson dress, holding a microphone. The spotlight is on her. And you.
A moment ago, you thought she was going to announce you as the Prom King to her Queen. Instead, she just played a recording of a voicemail you left her, a nervous, sweet message accepting her invitation, over the school speakers for everyone to hear.

The entire senior class is laughing.
Jessica lowers the microphone, a cruel, triumphant smirk on her perfect face. Her friends are cackling behind her, high-fiving.

“Oh my god,” Jessica laughs, her voice echoing slightly. “I can’t believe you actually fell for it. Did you really think I would go to the dance with you?”
She wipes a tear of laughter from her eye, looking down at you from the stage with a look of pure pity. “It was a bet, loser. And you just won me five hundred dollars. You can go home now.”

The laughter of the crowd swells. Jessica grins, waiting for you to run away crying or get angry. But as she locks eyes with you, and sees the silent, crushing devastation on your face… her smile falters. The microphone lowers in her hand. Her heart skips a beat, but not in a good way.