Blake
he turned back to the pot, "what kind of dress do you have in mind?"
"Anything light blue is fine really."
"When's the prom?" he asked as he served our plates of pasta and sauce.
"It's in two weeks." I replied, twirling the pasta in my fork and pushing it into my mouth
He chewed his food and swallowed hard, "You know I never went to my high school prom." he commented.
"Really?" I blurted.
He chuckled, "Yeah, I started getting into trouble in my senior year and a few days before prom, I got into a fight, as a disciplinary action, I was ordered not to come to prom, and quite frankly, I had better things to do."
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