(Genre: High School Angst!) Who Needs a Soul If You Have a Date to Prom?

Prom: (noun) The one event that brings an entire world of joy and fear to the average high school girl.

As distant from the teenage girl squad reactions to everyday life as I pretend to be, I admit the very word brings a bevy of emotions to the table that I do not want to claim. Furtively glancing across the room at the boy who made school worthwhile, all those dumb feelings surfaced in one lurch. Oh Caleb.

“You’re staring again,â€? Kara informed me. “He’s going to think you’re stalking him. Which I suppose you are.â€? Best friend. Ha.

“I can’t help it. It’s like telling a fish not to swim. He’s just so pretty. And perfect.â€?

“Gag me. So are you going to ask him to prom?â€? she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“We agreed not to talk about the p-word,â€? I hissed. Across the cafeteria he tossed his hair and smiled. My inner-Harlequin heroine swooned. “I’d sell my soul for him to even notice me.”

She looked at me and smiled a Grinchy smile. “Well in that case I might be able to help you out.”

“Oh really?”

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