Better Than The Prom Novels & Stories

“Hey—there’s Akio. Over by the chocolate fountain.” I follow Bibah’s gaze and yes, there is an enormous chocolate fountain off to the side of the dance floor. Akio, Andy Rogers, and a few other boys were goofing around it, dipping forked strawberries in the fountain and wolfing it down. My eyes scan the crowd for William, but I don’t see him anywhere. My stomach flitters a little bit as Bibah and I move towards Akio. “Dream” by The Cranberries is blaring, and it felt like it always had—as if the band had been singing in our ears since the beginning of senior year, ready and practicing for this moment. For prom.

I regretted the mere fact that I couldn't even muster the right courage to confront Dominic whether he likes it or not and save our friendship from sinking. I hang out with Zach and Ivan for the remaining days of high school, and even though the friendship that I have with them had not sunk, I still felt there was a line drawn. Prom was a total disaster, not the Carrie type prom where there are blood and crazy stuff but it was something that I don't want to revisit in my memories sometimes if I'm already old and sickly. Both Valentine and Dominic opted not to attend the prom, which really isn't a shock for us but a total miss for a big chip in their high school life. Valerie was voted the pr

“I’m thinking about asking him to the prom. I mean, just imagine. Tall, hot , mysterious… He could be my perfect date, don’t you think?” My stomach twisted at her words. I forced a laugh, but it came out tight. “Selene, isn’t prom supposed to be for students?” She rolled her eyes, waving her hand dismissively. “Rules, shmules. This is our last prom, and I want it to be unforgettable. Besides, a little thrill never hurt anyone, right? I mean, can you imagine what that man could be like after prom? Once the lights go down, and it’s just the two of us…” she stopped and leaned closer. “Have you seen that outline in his pants? I just can’t get my eyes off it.”

She was going to be the laughingstock at prom. “Are you just going to allow that guy to humiliate you?” Alex frowned. “If you don’t go to prom, he’s going to have fun thinking he managed to take you for a fool. You have to go and show him that you don’t care about him. It’s his loss, not yours.” ༺❀༻༺❀༻༺❀༻ The banquet hall was packed by the time Tessa and Alex arrived. The room buzzed with music and conversations. Their school was one of the most prestigious in the city, with almost all students from wealthy backgrounds, so no expense was spared.

She even changed her mom's ringtone from the wicked witch's cackle from The Wizard of Oz to Glinda the Good Witch's tinkling laugh. Lifting the hem, I tilted one foot from side to side, watching the jewels that were sewn onto the tips of the toes glitter against the matching aqua satin. Excitement crackled through my veins like electricity. They said that prom was the best night of high school, but it was sure to be tonight - Homecoming. As I twirled once more, I caught a glimpse of my mom's portrait and my eyes welled up with tears again, missing her more than ever right now.

I loaded her plate with a generous amount of lasagna. “Thanks.” I smiled back and sat down beside Rylan. The dinner was to be awfully quiet were it not for Alex who went on about what happened in his school. He had a little crush on his teacher, everyone could see that. He would always talk a little more about Ms. Brown and so fondly at that. I cleared my throat. “So when is the prom?” Ava looked up. Her eyes swiftly darted towards her father before she answered. “At the end of this month.” Rylan kept his gaze trained on his plate but I knew he was listening to our conversation.

“I appreciate it.” “Hopefully this will finally make her back off,” Jeff said. “Stop coming after you for no reason.” “She thinks she has a reason,” I said. “She’s convinced Karl belongs to her.” “Karl made it pretty clear yesterday who he belongs with.” Jeff nudged my shoulder. “Speaking of which, have you thought about prom?” The question threw me. “Prom?” “Yeah, you know, that dance they hold every year? Music? Fancy clothes? It’s in two weeks.”

THE PROM {Playlist Suggestion: "Blank Space" by Taylor Swift / "you should see me in a crown" by Billie Eilish} ~CHELSEA POV~ Crawford Elite clearly didn't just have their Senior Prom in a hot gym with paper decorations and a cheap disco ball. They booked the whole grand ballroom at the Ritz-Carlton downtown. Walking through those big fancy doors felt like entering a coliseum, where everyone was just waiting for the lions to come out.

“High praise. You sound totally head over heels, Princess.” “Shut up,” I said, but I was smiling now, the kind I couldn’t hide even if I tried. “It’s prom, Mason. I just want to have fun, take cute pictures, dance without Micah trying to crash it, and maybe not trip over my own feet in these heels. That’s it.” He nodded, still grinning as he merged onto the highway toward the salon. “Fair enough. But I think a few messy memories is where the good stories come from.”

he says, feigning hurt. "Fine, I take it back. You did a great job, A+ babysitting skills. That better?" "Yes, yes it is," he replies to me. “So did you all find dresses?” Cam asks. “Yep, we did. It was a successful trip,” Cleo says. “Are you gonna show us?” Ethan asks. “No, of course not. Nobody gets to see until prom night. Duh,” She tells him. "It's prom not a wedding Cleo. I don't think that applies," Ethan says.