Rebecca (beeker121) wrote,

  • Mood:

LJI:19 Invitation

Wednesday 11:45am, Lunchroom

Emily smiled as she sat next to Rose at lunch.  “Look what I found in my locker this morning.”

Rose took the piece of paper from her friend and unfolded it to read.  “’Do you have a date for Prom?   Meet me in the science lab at 4:04p today (come in from the North hallway).’  And its signed Peter.”

“I was hoping he’d ask me.”

“I thought the few dates you’ve been on were only okay, and he stuck his tongue way too far down your throat at the end of the last one - I remember gagging sounds when you told me.”

“I know, Rose, but Prom is this weekend and I want to have a date.  Peter isn’t forever, he’s probably not even until the summer, but he’s nice enough and will be cute in the photos.”

“That’s cold, Em.  As long as you know what you’re getting into.  What’s up with the specific time and directions?”

“Probably he has something planned for the asking – you’ve seen those videos.”

“Sure, but I think the idea that Peter is going to come up with something like that is giving him more credit than he deserves.  I think it’s weird.”

“Maybe so Rose, but I’m going.  I’ll call after and tell you all the details.”

Wednesday 1:20pm, Lockers

Laura bemusedly looked at the note she had pulled out of her locker.

“Is that a note?  Did someone actually leave a note in your locker?” asked Blair from the next locker over.

“It is.  Apparently now that I’ve broken up with Cody every guy in school thinks he’s going to be the one to take me to Prom.”

“Who is that from?”

“Peter – who wants me to meet him at the science lab this afternoon.  It’s not even asking me to the dance, exactly, but its implied.” said Laura.

“So wait, which one is Peter?” Blair closed her locker and leaned against it.

“He’s on the football team, has dark wavy hair.  I thought he was dating Emily.”

“Apparently he wants to go to Prom with the head cheerleader instead.”

Laura glared at Blair.  “I barely know him, we only speak in AP Lit class.”

“You going to toss the note?”

“No.  I think I might go.”

“What?”  Blair yelped.

“Shh.  I don’t have a date for Prom, and nearly everyone is already taken.  This is, okay, weird, but I’m curious.  Worst thing that happens is I tell him no and waste a few minutes of my afternoon.”  Laura shrugged.

“Fine, but text me immediately afterwards.”

Wednesday 1:45pm, Library

 Nicole sat down in the library.  “Sophia, what are you so zoned out about? I waved when I came in and you didn’t notice.”

“Sorry.  I got this weird note in my locker from Peter.”

“Peter, the guy you tutored through Chem last semester?”

“Yeah.  I think he’s asking me to Prom.  Or asking me to meet him so he can ask me to Prom.  Here see for yourself.”

Nicole read the short note and looked back at her friend.  “That’s …odd.”

“Right?  He never made any move to ask me out before.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Show up, I guess.”  Sophia shrugged.  “It seems rude to just ignore him.”

“I don’t know, he put a note in your locker.  You could just claim to have never seen it.”

“He’s a nice enough guy.  I don’t know why he’s asking me to Prom, but it could be fun.  Or not.  I get out of the newspaper editorial meeting just before that, no harm in stopping by.”

“If you say so.”

Wednesday 4:04pm, Science Lab

Peter adjusted the jacket of his tux.  He gave a thumbs up to his friend Jacob who was livestreaming this, and called out “It’s time.”

Emily, Sophia, and Laura each entered from their instructed doors.  Peter grinned wider, he had known this would work.

“Ladies, welcome to – Prom Invitational.  One of you lucky ladies will be able to claim me as their date for this Saturday’s prom.  Don’t worry, it’s just answering a few questions, nothing physical.”  Peter paused and winked.  “Unless you want it to be.  Who wants to start?”

Emily stared and looked hurt.  Laura looked confused.  Sophia burst out laughing.

“You expect us to compete?  For you?  Oh, that’s not happening.” Sophia continued laughing.

Laura looked to Emily and Sophia.  “Well you’ve got good taste, I’ll give you that.  But do you really think you’re worth all this?”

“Not the way he kisses he’s not.” Emily said, walking towards Laura.  “In case you’re thinking of asking me out again ever Peter, the answer’s no.”

Laura took Emily’s hand.  “Absolutely not.”

Sophia joined the other two girls.  “While I admit to being curious about what the questions could possibly be, I don’t think so.  Bye Peter.”

All three girls turned to walk out together, and started laughing as they got to the hallway.

Saturday night, Prom

Peter stayed in the corner of the gym.  He had asked Jacob to film his ask thinking there might be a catfight, but instead the three girls turning him down had gone viral, everyone in school had seen it.  To make things worse they had come to prom as a trio, they all looked amazing, and were having a great time.

He was getting ready to slink away when Matt, the class president, took the stage.  “Everyone it’s time to announce the Prom King and Queen.  Or not quite, there were a lot of specific write-in votes this year, so” he paused and held up an index card “we have three Prom Queens.  Laura Errington, Sophia Tam, and Emily Zawada please step forward.”

The gym burst into applause and hoots of congratulations.  Peter left by the closest door.

Wednesday 2:30pm, Study Hall

“Wait, Dude, how is this going to work?” asked Jacob.

“I invited three girls to the science lab and told each to come in through a separate door at the same time.  When they come in I’ll be there in a tux and tell them that one of them is going to win the chance to go with me to Prom.”  Peter grinned.  “I made a cool sign that says “Prom Invitational” to put on the easel, and I have one perfect red rose in a vase in my locker, I’ll give it to whichever girl wins.”

“Do you really think any of them are going to go for this?”

“Prom is in four days and none of these girls have dates.  I am a prime catch.”

“I think you’re a prime idiot.  Why didn’t you ask Emily last week?”

“She wasn’t a great kisser.  And hey, she’s still in the running!”  Peter slapped Jacob on the back.  “So you’re going to be in the corner filming it, right?”

“Why do you want this filmed again?”

“Come, on, there might be a catfight.”

“I think that’s unlikely Peter, but yes I’ll be there.”

“I’m going to run home after final bell to change.  Meet me in the science lab at 3:45p.  I’ll put up the sign, find the perfect place for the rose and you can check the lighting.  This will be awesome.”

***LJ Idol continues,  There are 34 of us still writing, check out everyone's take on this week's topic Invitation.***
Tags: lj idol
  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

← Ctrl ← Alt
Ctrl → Alt →
← Ctrl ← Alt
Ctrl → Alt →