The Wrong Prom Date Novels & Stories

He gave it to me even though it was special to him, but why? "Anyway, I love your dress. You look great in it," Zack smiled. "Thank you, I chose red because it's your favorite color," I smiled back. Zack laughed. "Red isn't my favorite color silly, Blue is," he said. What, how did I get confused? "I must've gotten confused," I said. "Well, I love it anyway. Are you ready to head back?" he asked. "Yes, let's go," I said. Zack dropped me off at home. Things were finally looking up. I had the best time at prom, the guy I always liked finally asked me out. Then why did I have a feeling something wasn't right?

Everyone went quiet as they paid rapt attention to the announcement. "Good morning, students," her voice echoed through the classroom. "I have an exciting announcement to make. The date for the prom has been officially set, and it will be held in exactly one month's time–on the 24th of May. Girls are to wear floor length ball gowns, and the boys are to wear tuxedos or suits." She turned to give Freya a knowing Smile. Principal Campbell's voice continued, "We've decided to make a change this year. Students will now be allowed to bring dates who are not fellow school students. So, if you have someone special in mind who doesn't attend this school, you can invite them to be your date for the pr

Chapter fourteen: Prom: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly At school, the promenade dance was just a month away. You might know it as prom, as it's commonly called by American teens. I was now fifteen years old. Junior prom, that mystical evening where awkward teenagers wear their finest attire and attempt to swim the dangerous waters of romance without tripping over their own feet. It's a night filled with glitter, drama, and enough teenage angst to power a small city.

I close my eyes and let the heat wash away the exhaustion of the day. I don’t hear the door open. I don’t hear footsteps enter the room. And I definitely don’t realize that someone else has just walked into my suite. ⸻ Ethan Hale – POV Tonight has been a disaster. The party was suffocating. Too many fake smiles. Too many pointless conversations. But the worst part? The reminder of the woman my family arranged for me to marry. Selene. Just thinking about it irritates me. I step out of the elevator and walk down the quiet hallway toward my suite, loosening the collar of my shirt.

The date sat three days before the wedding we had both been forced to attend. I leaned in and studied the images the way I studied any composition that felt off. The light was wrong. Shadows fell across Sabrina’s face from the left, yet the windows in that room faced east. At the hour the timestamp claimed, morning light should have struck the opposite side of her face. The base photograph was real. Liam was truly unconscious in that bed. But the pregnancy test, the smile, and the neat little story had been added afterward. I explained what I saw, pointing out the direction of the light and the inconsistency in the shadows. Liam listened with hope and doubt fighting openly across his feature

“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.”

Oh no. Absolutely not. "Nope," I said immediately. Ryan burst into laughter. "We didn't even say anything." "Don't need to." Lucas smirked. "Your face said enough." I groaned. "I'm surrounded by idiots." Ryan sat beside me. "So…" He dragged the word out dramatically. "Who's your prom date?" I shot him a look. "No one." The three of them exchanged glances. Then they all started laughing again. "I'm serious."

As in previous years, there will be a separate prom party for the rogue so most probably it is going to be the same this year as well. Dante approached me after school yesterday and informed me that he will not be attending the prom and that he expects me to do the same by turning down prom invitations if I get them from any other male which according to him is surely going to happen. He did it in a previous life, but I was so blinded by love at the time that I didn't go to the prom, which I later regretted because it only happens once in a lifetime, and I missed out because of Dante. This time I am not going to repeat my mistake. I am going to enjoy every moment of my life with or without h

I don't have the stamina to wander around, nor do I want to go home. "Lonely?" "Wilder?" "Uh-uh" "What are you doing here in school grounds?" "Nothing, just chillin' then I saw you," "I just don't want to go to class, everyone was so annoying." "What did they do?" "I'm assuming you heard about the prom night already," "Yeah," "Dudes were inviting me to be their prom date," "That's great, right?" "NO! It is not," "They're not my type," "I see what's the problem here,"

"You've been carrying a secret that isn't even real." The room tilted. Lina gripped the edge of the table. "Nothing happened," she said. Barely a whisper. "Nothing happened." "Then who—" She stopped. She already knew. Of course she knew. There had only ever been one man. Freddie. The wedding night that never was. The weeks before, when things between them had still been good. When she had still been sure. The timing. The math she had refused to do properly because she had been so desperate to believe it was anyone else.