Too late
declanmagicaltate.
“𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫?” 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. “𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬. 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. “𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐫. 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲.
“Well, where exactly should I begin? I’ve been contending with prom nominees, their mothers, an unattended punch bowl and a DJ on the verge for what feels like half my life now. That’s not counting all of that drama you just mentioned which by all means, look out for too. I’m so run off my feet here I’d be worried about my own date if you she weren’t the most likeable person probably in the world---,” he hesitated, not realizing he’d just spilled the not-so-secret beans on having his own date to prom so to speak. He let out a sigh before laughing; he always wanted to know the gossip himself to. “Logan Durante tried to vote for himself which is a no here so he got disqualified which for him meant leaving. They take these plastic crowns very seriously. I’ve got my eye on Jesse McArthur, he keeps hovering around the ballot boxes like he’s planning some sort of heist. This job is something else tonight.”















