Oh... you know, the idea of letting someone down hard probably should have stayed as that, an idea. She wasn't expecting the look on his face to be so Earth shattering. He didn't just look let down; no, he looked like he'd been gut punched. He might as well have been. That face looked pretty familiar; it looked like how she felt this morning. Trisha regretted any of it leaving her mouth, sealing her lips firmly shut before she could take any of it back.<br/><br/>He said he'd see her tomorrow, but would she really? God, she wouldn't be surprised if he found a way to skip just to avoid her after that. 'Way to be a cunt, Trish.' She dropped her gaze as he turned his back and walked, slowly dragging one foot against the pavement and putting every ounce of attention she had on the simple grinding of gravel between it and her shoe.<br/><br/>She was there for a few minutes before someone walked up behind her, arm arm hanging off her shoulder and catching her attention. "Oh, yeah, hey Rich. Wassup?"<br/><em><br/>'I heard you didn't have a date for the prom yet, so I'm laying my claim before anyone else could whisk you away.'</em><br/><br/>"How charming. That routine work on the last three girls?"<br/><em><br/>'So that's a date, then? I'll pick you up at 6?'</em><br/><br/>"Dude, I never said that!"<br/><em><br/>'You didn't say no either! Six!'</em>He was walking, some of his friends catching up and high fiving him beyond the door. the fuck...?<br/><br/>"No,<em>seriously!</em>I'm not..." What the Hell just happened...?<br/><br/>- - - - - - *Waves a magic time skip fairy wand.* - - - - - - -