The moment he'd gripped his hand around her wrist she could feel her facade drop, her eyes instantly growing wide with surprise. Did he just--Did he just grab her!? She hardly had time to catch her balance as he dragged her away from their clearly invested audience and bursted through the cafeteria doors into the empty hallway. She'd instantly ripped her arm away, stepping back from him slightly with an evident scowl. She may have had a bet on the line, but nobody pulled Lydia Martin anywhere. Opening her mouth, prepared to scold the boy, she saw he was taking initiative, spitting out a question of her motives before she could even get two words out. The face he'd made, was enough to make her urge to scream at him slip away. He looked genuinely confused, and afraid. Asking her if her asking him to prom was a joke. Even going as far to say she'd settle for some 'dumbass jock that can't even tie his own shoelaces' , which true, but that was beside the point. The point was that he'd already called her out on her joke before she even got through saying the punch line.
Swallowing, she ran her fingers over her dress, looking down at the ground for a second before lifting her head upward, her hair flinging over her shoulder. By this time he'd already found focus on his shoes, and regained the nervousness & consciousness she'd originally expected from such a geek as himself. For a second there she'd thought she'd had him all wrong. He'd been bold, and brave, and obviously stupid to think he had a right to even touch her.--But still, he'd been different then she'd expected & that had thrown her off. For a second, a very small second, she considered throwing off the bet. It was too cruel. The look on his face when he'd asked her if it was joke,--The look that he couldn't even believe anyone would want to go to prom with him--was saddening to say the least. She couldn't imagine not having a date to prom, let alone not having anybody willing to ask her. Then again, they came from two different worlds, and so it made sense that she had boys lined around the corner, and it made sense that he probably wouldn't even show up at the dance. It just made sense. So although the small second of having a conscious was endearing, she shrugged it off, finally ready to answer his question.
❞NO, it's not a joke. --Look, this may sound crazy
but I just really have this interest in —comics—&
other stuff, but I've always been scared to just be
me. But then I saw you and, well--You don't seem
to care at all what people think about you, So when
I realized this I thought 'he's the guy I'd wanna go
to prom with. Someone who doesn't make me feel
like I have to be someone else ...You understand?❞
It was the most bullshit she'd ever told someone, but it had to work. Because at the current looks of it, she was losing this bet, and if she couldn't even get passed the first stage, she was going to be in serious risk of ruining her reputation. Fidgeting ever so slightly, she began to rub her hands together uncomfortably. Maybe if she looked just as nervous as he did it would be more believable. She could practically hear Allison and Erica snorting a laugh somewhere at how ridiculous she looked.
❞BUT, if you don't want to go with me--I get it I mean
I wouldn't want to go with me either.--I suck at the
whole, dancing thing--Yano, I'll just go back to lunch.."
She turned, a sad expression on her face, before letting it fall into an eye roll once her back was turned to him. She gave him about 3 seconds to call her back. They always did. 3...2...1...
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