Sitting at my computer, loading songs onto my Ipod, I sighed, wishing I had something better to do with my life. No, though. I sat at home, surfing the net, looking at books and listening to music on the radio. I was IMing my best friend and only friend Vikki, because she was grounded as usual and forbidden from leaving the house. She was always getting into some form of trouble, whether it was because she had socked one of her brothers or because she’d forgotten to clean her room. I didn’t know how we were friends; we were total opposites. She was outgoing and eccentric, as colorful as a plastic egg at Easter. I, on the other hand, always hung into the background, observing curiously and watching instead of acting, like my sister’s disgusting cat Kat.
Edward’s_Gurrl1901: So wat was it this time?
Jacob_Haturr: Hit John. Wut else?
Edward’s_Gurrl1901: U needta stop it. Man, it’s like I never c u anymore!
Jacob_Haturr: I know I know. Just hang in there. It’s only 4 like 1 day.
I quickly glimpsed at the calendar on my wall, which was none other than Twilight, I saw that tomorrow it was none other than prom. Ah, how taunting the whole affair was. And not just because I didn’t have a date. Oh no, prom was just so horrifying, what with the whole finding a dress debacle, waiting to see if you’d be asked, and if you were having to go through the whole camera thing with your mom. Was that something I wanted to participate in? I’m not sure. Truth be told, I was all for it in the beginning when they first announced it, but then I was just totally watered down as the date approached quicker and quicker and I still didn’t have a date. Picture a flower, all happy and healthy and lively, and then picture it three weeks later, dead and brown and crisp. Yeah. That was me, bitch.
Edward’s_Gurrl1901: Hey, Vikki gtg! Ily!
Jacob_Haturr: Same here, Jane. Ttyl!
I ex-ed out of the IM box we were using, but right as I was about to sign off and call it a night, I got and IM. Who would be on besides me and my best friend on a Friday night was at two a.m. was questionable, because who didn’t have a life besides us? It turns out SouperTrouper221 didn’t. I couldn’t believe that someone from the crew Souper Trooper was this amazing dance crew, and everyone loved them. We all pictured them winning America’s Best Dance Crew, but they didn’t think they were good enough so they didn’t apply.
There wereeight guys total, Adam, Ricky, Bobby, Sam, J.J., Jaxzon, Bonez, and Rayray. They go to my school, and I get along with all of them but Sam. He’s always just so rude, never taking off his sun-glasses like we were too insignificant. The truth was, I thought that was pretty hot, but he was always so silent, it made you nervous.
SouperTrooper221: This is jane, rite, cuz if it’s not i’m gonna feel like such a loser!
Edward’s_Gurrl1901: Uh, yea, but do I kno u?
SouperTrooper221: yea, u kno me. Um, hey listen, I kno this is really weird and all, but I was wonderin if u wantd 2 go 2 prom with me. If u didn’t already have a date, of course.
Soupertrooper221:but I’m hopin u don’t. I don’t mean that in a bad way, though.
Edward’s_Gurrl1901:You, a Souper Trooper? Wanna go 2 prom with me? Jane White?
Suffice to say, I was shocked. With my dark, dark black hair, odd gray eyes, and short overall height of five feet four inches, I was nothing special, and here was a Souper Trooper asking me to prom. I couldn’t help but think this was a joke, but I quickly pushed that idea from my mind, knowing that even Sam wasn’t cruel enough to pull a joke like this. And obviously it had to be one of the Souper Troopers, because no one else would dare take their name.
Soupertrooper221: of course I wanna go 2 prom with u!! jane, ur gorgeous! I’ve been tryin to get up the nerve to ask u this for a long time, and I kno it’s the nite b4 prom and all, but I was hopin maybe u’d still give me a chance.
I bit my lip and glanced at my closet, where a light green and light pink knee length dress hung, high heels the same color sitting beneath it. Vikki and I had been out prom dress shopping a while back, and when I’d spotted the dress sitting on a rack, in all its summery glory, the light material so weightless it was like there wasn’t anything there, I fell in love. The dress was spaghetti strapped, with a v-neck that went just deep enough to show I had cleavage but not show it off like I was a slut, and the cut was fun and flirty, and if I didn’t use it for prom, it was simple enough for me to wear somewhere else. Vikki had convinced me to buy it, and she bought the shoes for me, because she knew I wasn’t a big spender.
Edward’s_Gurrl1901: Alright. Meet me at my house tomorrow night at seven, kay? I’ll be waiting.
Edward’s_Gurrl1901: Oh!! Btw, which Souper Trooper r u?
SouperTrooper221: U’ll c!!
And then he was gone, totally signed off. I felt my jaw drop, and no one was around so I didn’t bother to snap it back up. I couldn’t believe that whichever this Souper Trooper happened to be would do this to me. It had Rayray written all over it, but I knew for a fact that he already had a date, because he had asked Vikki. I didn’t know who else it could be, because none of the other guys wouldn’t pull something like this, but who was I to say? I guess I would just have to wait until tomorrow. Signing off of my Messenger account and my e-mail, I changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed, eagerly awaiting tomorrow night and seeing who my date would turn out to be.
With my long hair curled down my back and my face lightly covered in make-up, I sat anxiously in the living room, looking in the mirror every few minutes-okay, seconds-to make sure my light, sparkly lip gloss hasn’t smudged and then I’d go to the window to see if a car had approached yet. My sixteen year old brother Zack sat on the couch, smirking every time I stood up to repeat the process, all the while focusing on that dumb show Country Fried Home Videos. I don’t know how he can stand to sit through that. In my opinion, it’s so retarded. It amazed me that we were siblings. If we didn’t look so much alike, no one would ever guess. Zack looks just like me, though he’s much taller and far more muscular, and he has his hair short so he can spike it. And he’s captain of the swim team, with girls always pining for his attention. I, on the other hand, am extremely quiet and I’m not the captain of anything. I wear my hair in an ever present ponytail, occasionally mixing it up with a loose bun.
As I sat down for what seemed like the millionth time, I saw a car pull up in the driveway, though I couldn’t see what type of car it was. The headlights blinked off, and I listened as a car door slammed, my breath caught in my throat. I was positive my heart had stopped beating, and it seemed more like hours instead of seconds that passed before the doorbell finally rang. I hopped up, nearly falling on my heels before I caught myself and walked-okay ran-to the door. I couldn’t help it; I was just so excited. I flung the door opened, and who I found nearly had me fainting. My date stood there, tall, about six feet two inches, wearing a tuxedo that made him look so gorgeous I felt like I was in the presence of a Greek god, his chocolate brown hair floppy around his face, a little mussed, just the way I liked a guy’s hair. But there was something different. His eyes. That’s what it was. I had never noticed before what a deep green they were, like the rainforest right after a heavy shower. And I’d never noticed before because his eyes had always been concealed by sun-glasses. Oh yeah, my prom date was none other than Sam Wilson, the Souper Trooper that I didn’t get along with.