Prom-Ish | Henry and Gail
It was a damn good thing Henry wasn’t actually gay, because he might be the worst gay boyfriend to ever gay.
Terrence had finally convinced him to stop hiding outside and come join the actual party, but the first thing Henry had done was ditched his new “boyfriend” in favor of the snack table, which he then ditched in favor of stalking his would-have-been-should-have-been date. He’d spent the last few minutes bitterly watching Gail and Eric laugh together, and dance together, and do everything that Henry thought he and Gail should be doing together. It was a masochistic activity at best, and absolutely pathetic at worst. Possibly even creepy at worst.
Eventually, his waiting paid off. Eric wandered off to talk to some of his other yelly, cafe friends, leaving Gail alone, defenseless, and by henry definitions, ready to mingle.
He snuck up by her, grabbing her by the shoulders.
“Is it my turn now?” He grinned, chuckling at the way she jumped. He considered spooking her a major victory. “Or did you and lover boy break up already?”
