Today is the day of the homecoming dance. Last night was the last time I will ever go to a homecoming game and be a student of central high. Those who were crowned King and Queen? Congratulations. However from past experience and how you've treated my friends, I know I could have found a more worthy canidate and as luck would have it they were on the court.

Homecoming never had any significance towards me. It's a dance. Big hairy fucking deal. Some people never go throughout their entire high school careers. I was speaking to one of my classmates, Cora Bye in Honors World Lit a few days ago.

Cora: *smiling* I saw you and Zavy walking together holding hands. Congratulations.

Me: Thanks. *turning a brilliant shade of red* I remember when I met him you were the only thing on his mind!

She laughed and we talked a while about Zavy's obsession with her in middle school. It was all very sweet actually.

Cora: So are you going to homecoming with him?

Me: *shaking head* No. He doesn't want to go. He's not big on dances. Yeah, and I'm working anyway. You?

Cora: Yeah, I'm going. I have to work until 6, so I'm really gonna have to get ready quick. Dinner plans are at 7 and the dance starts at eight.

I smiled at her this time and wrote a few more notes about the Psalms we were supposed to be reading. I was so jealous that she was going.

That's when I realized that something was wrong with me. I wanted to go to homecoming, and I wanted it more than ever. Call it seniorititus and getting the best out of my last year but I really wanted to go and it made me almost mad at myself. Out of the 4 dances I could have gone to, I went to a single dance.

My Freshman year I ended up leaving 30 minutes into it because my 'date' didn't show.

My sophmore year I went with Linton McArthur the lights guy from the theater department. We didn't like each other, but we now had reasons to go.

My junior year I was out getting drunk in bar because of my heightened depressive state from knowing that Alex and Ariana were probably already saying 'I love you'.

Now it's my senior year, and I feel like I need to redeem myself. I tried on my dress from sophmore year last night and looked into the mirror. I actually liked the reflection, a strange reaction. My parents could tell my giddy reaction.

Mom: Why don't you just...go?

Me: *picking at the dress*

Mom: Just go after work. With or without him.

So I made my plans to go. I would get ready in the womens bathroom at the Park Place and go straight from there.

Zavy caught whim of my plans at the football game last night. I told him about my experiences with homecoming and how since it was my last year, I felt that this was my last chance to make up for all the times I missed.

So now he's going with me. I hate myself because I feel like I've pulled a dirty trick out of my sleeve and tried to make him go. I made a compromise.

Me: *hugging him* All I want is a simple slow song. I just want to dance with you once.

Him: *squeezing tighter* You might get two.