P R O M

I knew he wouldn't leave me stranded at the hospital.

Somehow I made it through four days of visiting Aspen and forgetting my brother to keep myself sane. I stayed with Axel and it gave us lots of chances to practice kissing while we slept in the same bed. It didn't get any further than that, though, which made me angry but content at the same time.

I've never really dated anyone before. I've never really felt the way Axel makes me feel around anyone else.

When I'm around him, I get so nervous that it makes me happy. My whole body flushes red, especially my cheeks, and I can't help but smile.

Before this, I used to think that I would be the person causing someone else to feel the way I do. I guess not, because I'm wrapped around his finger.

It was the night of prom and my stomach churned with anticipation and nerves. Axel and I were getting ready in his room, adjusting bow ties and polishing shoes.

"As the official gay couple of Brookland High, we have to look our abosolute best," Axel boasted while he focused on polishing his left shoe to a glimmering shine.

"That's just a stereotype, you know. Not all gay people have to look and dress well all the time. Have you ever seen me at school?" I added, reminiscing on my five year old jeans and semi-ripped shirts.

Axel stopped polishing and cocked his head in my direction. He was bending over the side of his bed which made his cheeks turn red from the pressure, "I want it to be our stereotype tonight."

I rolled my eyes. I never got what the big deal was about looking "good." Sure, it makes you a little bit more aesthetically pleasing, but that's not really what I care about. If I start to fall asleep while you talk to me, it doesn't matter what you look like.

The only people I'd let talk me to sleep would be Axel, Johnny Depp, and Leonardo DiCaprio.

"I'm just saying," Axel nudged in again which interrupted my thoughts, "we just have to look decent."

I rolled my eyes again, "Decent is very different from person to person."

At this point, I could tell Axel was getting annoyed with me, and it was honestly really cute.

"Don't make me mess up your tuxedo this early," he warned me with a stern tone.

I nodded and kept my mouth shut, pretending to lock my lips as I threw the key out his window.

A few seconds later, April knocked on Axel's door, "Ten minutes, you guys!"

Her voice sounded extremely optimistic and hopeful. I guess she was re-living her prom days vicariously through us.

One thing I have noticed since staying with Axel's family was Robbie's distance he kept between us.

It was a little awkward at dinners and he never came up to me to address any personal issues he might (actually, I know he has issues with me) have. I know the culprit is probably Devian, but maybe he doesn't like having me with his son all the time.

I adverted my thoughts back to reality to watch Axel fix his hair in the mirror. It didn't even need to be fixed because he was ultimately perfect in my eyes.

"Watching me?" He questions, eyes peering into mine through the corner of the mirror he's standing in front of.

"I am," I admit, lowering my eyes to the ground to make sure my pants go past my ankles.

I heard Axel smirk and before I could look up, he was standing in front of me, tuxedo and all. I couldn't help but stare him up and down, because after all, his crotch was almost at eye level.

"You look good," I smile and say warmly.

"You do too," he reciprocates and sticks his hand out for me to grab.

After helping me up and into the living room, we pose in the living room for April as Robbie eats a sandwhich in the open kitchen, observing my every move.

I try to flash the most genuine smile I can. I try to forget Robbie is staring at me, but it's hard to ignore his eyes shooting like lasers.

"Is that all?" I awkwardly ask April after her tenth photo, a visible lump traveling down my throat as I gulp.

She nods and hugs Axel and I.

Now, I notice Robbie stand up and hand Axel a set of keys.

"Don't lose them," he sternly tells him as they exchange what looks like a hand shake.

Axel dangles the keys and gives me a wicked smile, nodding outside.

"My dad is letting us use the Lamborghini," he whispers to me as he leads me outside, my hand in his hand.

"The what?" I question, unsure that I even heard what Axel said correctly.

"The Lamborghini," he tell me again, almost in a question.

"I... didn't know you owned one," I ask as he continues leading me down the front porch.

"I don't own one, my dad does," he says as he winks and squeezes my hand briefly.

I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth and grin at him, my eyes shyly glancing to the ground. I feel my cheeks heat up with blush and I don't even know what to do since I can't hide it.

"It's kind of sad that your wink makes me blush," I quietly tell him as we walk down onto the sidewalk. I decide not to look around because I don't even know what a Lamborghini even looks like. Soon, I realize he's not next to me anymore.

Axel is standing in front of a sleek black car now, parked just a little bit down the street from his house, in front of his neighbors house.

Suddenly, the doors flip upwards and the car looks like some sort of weird insect.

"Get in," he tells me with a smirk as he walks around to the driver's side.

Confused, I scratch my head and hesitantly make my way towards the car. Once I'm close enough, I notice the interior which is black and red and nothing short of luxurious.

"I thought these were only in movies," I quietly say as the doors close and Axel smoothly shifts the car into drive.

"Yeah, my dad keeps this parked in his buddy's garage. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't trust this baby sitting around anywhere... not even a garage," Axel explains as he carefully maneuvers the car out of its parking spot next to the curb. 

"So basically what you're saying is... don't buy one?" I chuckle and take a deep breath, my hand nervously curling around the leather of the seat to hold on.

"Essentially," Axel shrugs and begins driving down the road towards the school, "but anyway, this is going to be the most shittiest prom ever. Why the hell is it in the school's cafeteria?"

I lick my lips and look out the window as Axel zips down the road, taking in the five minute drive as much as I can. "Low funding, probably. At least we have a prom," I tell him with a lump in my throat.

After a few more minutes, we reach the school. I notice everybody is looking at Axel's car, pointing and gawking at such an expensive vehicle rolling into Brookland High's parking lot.

Once we're parked and the eyes have shifted from Axel's car, we quietly exit the vehicle and Axel firmly takes my hand. He stands in front of me, using his free hand to fix my bow tie. Our eyes meet and he smiles widely, leaning in to press a kiss against my cheek. Soon after, he leads me down the parking lot's sidewalk towards the gymnasium entrance.

"I didn't think I'd see you here," Axel suddenly says with a smirk, his eyes shifting past me.

"Well, you know what they say," a familiar male voice chimes in, "what goes around comes around."

I struggle to see who is talking since we've entered a crowd at the front doors, but I know whose voice that was by this point.

I know I don't like him.
I know Axel knowing him isn't going to end well.

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