Lucas' POV

I hadn't spoken to Sandra or Troy for a couple of days. I guess all the time I spent alone lately helped me simmer down about the situation a bit. And it definitely gave me some time to think things through. I felt like an asshole for punching Troy. I let my anger problems get the best of me, and took them out on the last person I ever wanted to. But that didn't mean I wasn't still mad at him.

And then Sandra. I had totally lost it on her. I couldn't seem to erase that look on her face when I freaked out. I just... I couldn't erase the images of her and Troy, together. And even though I was still hopelessly in love with the girl, something she had said the last time we spoke had me rethinking things.

Basically, things were just going shitty right now.

There was a knock on my door, and I rolled my eyes, expecting it to be my annoying brother again. "What!?" I snapped, glaring at the doorway.

Troy scoffed at my reaction then came into the room. I stayed quiet and returned to the video game I had been playing. He mutely sat down next to me, grabbing the other controller and joining in.

"What do you want Troy?" I mumbled, keeping my eyes on the screen.

"You know what I'm here for," he replied flatly. I stayed silent for a second.

"You still mad at me for punching you?" I asked, my fingers pounding on the controller.

"Yeah," he replied. "What the hell was that anyway?"

"Lost my cool," I shrugged. He pulled ahead of me in the video game, causing me to knit my eyebrows together and get more into it.

"Still mad at me for making out with your girlfriend?"

"Yes." I hissed. "What the hell was that?" I threw down the controller frustratedly as he bet me. I didn't feel like playing anymore.

He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "Listen man, not talking to us, isn't going to help anything."

I felt the muscles in my face tighten, but I tried my best to just relax, and turned to him with complete seriousness in my voice. "Do you like her?" I muttered in a low voice.

"What?" he set down his own controller and looked at me, completely confused.

"Do you like her?" I repeated slowly, and more clearly. "Because I don't think I can just hand her over to you like that. I-"

"No. I told you it wasn't like that. I was drunk. She was drunk. It meant nothing. And you know I'd never do that to you on purpose, man. Neither would she." he shrugged. I sighed and looked down at the floor. "Come on Luke, you're like my brother. I wouldn't do that to you," he pleaded.

"You know I'm gonna hold this over you and use it to my advantage right?" I said, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Come on, cut me some slack. You fucking punched me for God's sake."

I grinned and looked over at him. "Yeah, alright." I nodded.

"That's it?" He raised his eyebrows.

"That's it."

"Good," he breathed a big sigh of relief. "You know, I was actually kind of worried. I knew you'd be pissed, but when you hit me... well I wasn't expecting that."

"Yeah well... I never expected you to make a move on my girlfriend."

"So I guess I should take this opportunity to tell you that that wasn't the first time," he muttered. I shot my head in his direction and saw him grinning. "I'm kidding, chill out. Psycho."

I rolled my eyes at him and looked back at my television screen. "Well it's not funny."

"I gotta say though, she's one hell of a kisser."

"Are you fucking serious right now?!" I shot my glare back at him.

He merely laughed, and shook his head. "Just trying to get you going. Chill."

I rolled my eyes. Just like that, Troy and I were back to normal. And he was back to being a care-free idiot.

"Did you talk to her yet?" he asked, after a moment of silence. I shook my head.


"Well," he rubbed the back of his neck. "Go fix it or something so I don't feel so bad would ya?"

I swallowed slowly and looked out my window. I wasn't sure if I could do that.

Sandra's POV

I was graduating soon, and these last few days of high school were the worst of my life.

Troy told me that he had finally gotten Lucas to talk to him, but he hadn't spoken to me yet. But from the time apart, I had taken the time to make a decision that I couldn't really believe I was making.

I checked the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was getting late so I should head home. I was at the school library after school, trying to study for my end of the year exams. If I went home, I knew I wouldn't study. And my room just held too many memories with certain people that wouldn't help.

Basically, my heart was breaking. And almost everywhere I went reminded me of Lucas. And it hurt like hell.

I silently packed up my things, and started leaving the school. Looking around, I figured I was the only student even left here. Everybody else had lives.

I walked out into the parking lot to my lonely car, and as I rounded the corner, I halted quickly as I almost walked straight into Lucas himself. He had been tossing a football back and forth in his hands, but stopped when we made eye contact.

"Hi," I said, meaning for it to come out as more than just a whisper.

"Hey," he responded back briefly. I licked my lips and looked down awkwardly.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about something." I cleared my throat, lifting my head slightly to look at him through my lashes.

"Yeah, me too," he nodded his head.

"I think we should break up." We both said, quickly and at the same time. My eyes widened a bit and I stared at him as I heard him say it too. And he had the same reaction back at me.

"You do?" he asked lowly. I looked around for a second before looking back at him.

"Well, I don't want to. But, I was just thinking about what we said last week. You with Sarah, me and Troy. We keep hurting each other. All the time, and we're just slowly ripping each other apart. I think it'd-"

"Just be easier on both of us if we stayed apart." He finished my words for me. "That's what I was going to say to you too," he muttered.

"So, that's it. I'll go to my school, you'll go to yours." I clarified, struggling to even say the words, and trying to ignore the pain in my chest.

"Yeah, I guess so," he nodded. I frowned and looked down. "It just, kind of sucks that I'm still in love with you," he continued. "And I think that no matter who I meet, there will always be a part of me that will still be in love with you."

He stepped forward and pulled me into a hug, and I kind of savored this as the last time I'd probably be so close to him. "You're still gonna be my friend Sand. My best friend. But the truth is, I love you, and I always will."

"I love you too," I sniffled into his chest.

It was weird. We were breaking up with each other, yet still telling each other that we love them. But it was the truth and it sucked.

I pulled away and looked back at my car. "Well I should get home then."

"Still friends, Sand."

"Still friends."

Lucas' POV

Sandra and I had been friends, just like we said we would. But it didn't mean I didn't miss her like hell. It was strange being around her, just as friends. I sometimes had to remind myself where to draw the line at friendly physical contact.

I sat on my couch, blankly watching the screen in front of me, while Troy next to me was getting quite into the football game we were watching.

"You all ready for prom?" Troy asked, leaning back into the cushions as the game went into a commercial.

"Not at all." I muttered. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Who did you end up asking? You never ended up telling me." I hated when that question was asked. Simply because I didn't really have an answer right now.

"That's because I didn't ask anybody." I shrugged. He widened his eyes and sat up to look at me.

"You didn't ask anybody? Well what the hell are you waiting for?"

I shrugged and tilted my head back, closing my eyes. "I don't know. Me and Sand had kinda planned on going together, but that's obviously not happening. And there isn't really anyone else I want to ask."

"So you're just going to go to prom dateless?" He said flatly, raising a skeptical brow at me. "You. Lucas Pearson, who could get any girl he wants by looking at them."


He rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. The front door opened and we both turned our heads to see Sandra coming in, a sweater hanging from her hands.

"Hey," I said, curious as to what she was holding.

She spoke with no awkward tone in her voice but just careless nonchalance. "Just wanted to drop this off." She held up my football sweater that she loved so much, and I hadn't seen in a year, except when it was on her. "Figured if we're breaking up, we should make it official right?" she grinned. "So I'm ridding myself of all stuff you."

I really didn't like this. She loved that sweater. And I loved her in that sweater.

"You can keep it if you want..." I trailed off. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head smiling.

"No, that'd be weird. So take it," she held it out to me, and I reluctantly took it out of her hands, not breaking eye contact with her.

"What are you guys doing?" she asked, tearing her eyes away from mine.

"Watching football," Troy muttered, his mouth full of food.

"Ew." She deadpanned. "K well that sounds boring. Bye." She was already walking towards the front door, waving lazily as she left.

The door shut, and Troy looked at me. "Ask her," he said as if it were obvious. "Well technically it would be re-asking her." I looked at him, trying to show him how stupid he was.

"What are you talking about? Have you missed the last like two weeks?" I rolled my eyes.

"I don't get you guys!" He groaned loudly. "You both tell each other you're still in love with one another, yet... you're breaking up. That just makes so much sense," he said sarcastically.

"You wouldn't understand." I muttered.

"Yeah, I wouldn't," he agreed.

"Well she's obviously having an easier time getting over me." I said, holding up the given back sweater as proof. "She kept this thing on her like a magnet, and now she's voluntarily giving it back?"

"She's just acting," he rolled his eyes. "God even I can see it. She acts all care free and gives you your stuff back, because she thinks it'll make it easier. She's falling apart inside."

"I don't-"

"Just ask her!" He cut me off, annoyed. "You don't have to get back together. Just do this last thing together."

I groaned to myself. How come his stupid words always pushed me into doing stupid things.

I hadn't seen Sandra around school much today. But everyone had been rushing around, doing last minute graduation things. Well, except people like me and Troy who just planned on walking onto stage, grabbing a diploma then packing up and going to university.

I shoved my hands deep in my pockets as I was walking down the hall. Girls were giving me weird stares, hearing the rumors that I hadn't gotten a date for prom yet. I guess they assumed I'd maybe ask them. That wasn't happening.

I rounded the corner and walked straight into Sandra, causing the papers she had stacked in her arms to go flying onto the floor. Smooth approach Lucas.

"Shit. Sorry Sand." I apologized, bending down to pick up the papers for her.

"Don't worry about it." she sighed. "I need to chill out for a second anyway. Thanks," she said, taking the papers back from my hand.

"Yeah, I was actually just looking for you." I said, pulling one hand out of my pocket and rubbing the back of my neck. A nervous habit of mine if you haven't already noticed.

"Oh yeah?" She said absent mindfully, stuffing the papers into her bag, before glancing back up at me. She flicked some bangs out of her face and smiled at me, and I had a strong urge to just grab her and pull her off to somewhere more private and kiss her senseless like we used to do.

But I obviously couldn't do that..

"Yeah, I was wondering if um.. I know this is really out of nowhere but. Do you still, want to go to prom with me? Maybe?" I stammered. "I mean, we always planned and talked about going together. So I figure, why not before we leave right?" I was rambling now. I finally shut up, and lifted my gaze to hers.

Her face looked paler as the words left my mouth and she looked really nervous all of a sudden.

"Oh, um.." I was already not liking those words. "I kind of, already have a date... I'm sorry," she frowned.

"Oh." I piped up. "Right. Well I uh, I guess I should have figured that. I mean, look at you." I tried joking around but the frown on her face didn't disappear.

"Nate asked me." She said quietly. Nate. I should have known. I hadn't seen the kid around all year but of course he'd pop out of nowhere at a time like this. "I mean, its' just as friends... of course. He knew about me and you, and figured I wouldn't want to go with a guy as an actual date or get into any of that, so...yeah." She trailed off, looking away from me.

"Yeah, yeah don't worry about it." I shook my head, really wanting to get out of this awkward conversation. I still wasn't used to this whole getting rejected thing.

"I'm sorry Lucas. It's just, we broke up. So I just assumed..." She trailed off, looking down at the floor.

"No, no you're totally right." I covered up quickly. "Just, forget I asked. It's fine. I'll see you later okay."

"Okay, Bye." She muttered, smiling sadly one last time before pulling her strap tighter over her shoulder then walking down the hall.

I rolled my eyes at myself and hit my head off the locker next to me. Why did I just do that?

Sandra's POV

My locker was nearly empty, as I cleaned it out, seeing as there were only a week or so left of school. I turned around and observed the quiet hallway, and started remembering the first time I ever walked down it.

I slammed my locker shut and slowly strolled out to my car. I pushed open the doors and let the fresh air hit me, as I walked down the front steps and towards the parking lot. I saw Lucas leaning against the side of the building, just standing there. So I walked towards him.

"What are you doing?" I grinned, looking around to see that he was alone. He chuckled lightly then shrugged.

"Waiting for my drive," he muttered.

"Oh right, you don't have a license. Because you're an idiot." I smiled sardonically. He grinned and rolled his eyes at me. "I can drive you." I said.

"No it's okay. Go on." He shrugged.

I snorted then raised my eyebrows. "Fine, wait here by yourself." I called over my shoulder to him as I started to walk away. I grinned to myself as I heard him grumble something under his breath, then start following behind me.

I unlocked the door and we both got in. I cocked my head to the side and started up the car. "Why didn't you just ask me for a drive before?"

"I don't know. Why do you over think everything?"

I rolled my eyes and kept my eyes on the road. "You're the one who said we were still gonna be friends." I said. "Why are you acting so weird around me?"

"I'm not acting weird around you." He shrugged.



And that was the end of that conversation, until I pulled into my driveway and turned off the engine.

"Gee Sand, couldn't even slow down so I could tuck and roll out of the car?" He joked. I shrugged and grinned, the two of us getting out and shutting our doors.

"You can walk." I smiled, looking at him over the top of my car. He chuckled lightly and bowed his head, shortly looking back up at me.

"Bye, Sand."

I smiled back lightly, then let my eyes linger on his for a moment. "Bye, Lucas."

I watched his retreating back for a few seconds, then turned and walked towards my front door. I walked into the silent house, and dropped my bag onto the floor. I walked into the kitchen, and went to the fridge. Then stopped dead in my tracks and did a double take. I turned, with my jaw dropped to face my Mom and Lauren.

"You're not supposed to be here for another two days!" I screamed at Lauren, attacking her in a hug. "And you're not supposed to be here at all!" I attacked my mother with another tight embrace.

"You didn't think I was going to miss my only daughters prom did you?" She eyed me. I smiled and shrugged.

"I kind of wish I could." I muttered. She frowned and put her hand on my shoulder.

"You and Lucas broke up? You're father told me."

"Yeah I don't wanna talk about it." I shrugged. She gave me a worried look, then removed her hand from my shoulder.

"Alright, well why don't you and Lauren go upstairs and settle in?" I nodded in agreement, and grabbed onto Lauren's arm, hauling her up the stairs with me.

I shut the door behind me and spun around to face her. "Alright here's the deal. Troy and I kissed. It meant nothing, and we were drunk. Are you mad at me?"

She rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed. "I already knew," she shrugged. "He told me."

"Nice of him to let me know." I muttered.

"I'm not mad," she shrugged again. "I understand. And it's not like we're dating or anything. We're just going to prom together."

I sighed and nodded, sitting down at my computer.

"And that's why you and Lucas broke up?"

"Yup." I popped the p for emphasis.

"Don't you guys fight all the time though?" She sighed, leaning back on my bed and propping herself up on my elbows.

"Yeah well it's for real this time. I mean it was bound to happen anyway once we left for university."

"That's the spirit," she said dryly. I ignored her and continued to spin around on my computer chair.

"You want me to let Troy know you're here early?" I raised my eyebrows at her. She raised her own back at me.

"I'm here to spend time with you," she smiled. I rolled my eyes and cocked my head to the side.

"I don't care if you want to or not." I deadpanned. She sat up and grinned at me.

"Okay then would you?"

The day was finally here. Prom.

I was less than excited. Lauren was ecstatic and all over the place. Of course she would. This was all just something fun for her. But for me, it meant the end of something.

I had tried putting off getting ready for as long as I could. But it was only a short matter of time before Mom and Lauren were dragging me out of my misery and forcing me to start getting ready.

My hair was done, tumbling onto my shoulders in loose ringlets, with parts of it loosely pinned back. I was starting to get frustrated that I was making my prom to be such a terrible day. This was supposed to be a happy day, a day to celebrate. But it wasn't for me.

I sat at my kitchen table, my hair being the only thing done, and was playing around with the bowl of soup in front of me. Lucas loved soup. I dipped the spoon into the liquid then let it pour back into the bowl.

My Mom walked in and frowned at me, sitting down at the table across from me. "I'm worried about you Sandra."

"Why?" I muttered.

"Because, last time I was here, you were so happy. And now, you're miserable," she sighed. "Honey, I know you were in love with him."

"This has nothing to do with him," I lied. She frowned at me and reached across the table, pulling the bowl of soup away from me.

"Stop playing with your food and go get ready. And have fun tonight Sand. This is only gonna happen once," she said. I sighed and pushed the chair back and then left the kitchen, dragging myself up the stairs and to my bedroom.

Lauren stood in front of my mirror, lightly applying her makeup. She had her hair in an up do, with some loose curls hanging down around her face.

"Still acting moody?" she said, not even looking away from the mirror.

"I'm not moody," I crossed my arms across my chest defensively. Maybe I had been in a bit of a foul mood all day, but could you blame me?

"Yeah you are," she smiled at me through the mirror.

I was tired of everyone telling me they were worried about me, or I was acting so strange. I wished they'd just back off. And the only solution I was seeing, was to smarten up and act happy.

"Fine!" I smiled, standing up off of the bed. "No more moody. I'm happy. And I'm going to be happy for the whole night. Because this is going to be a good night. Happy?"

"Yes." She smiled.

Still smiling, I went to my closet and grabbed the garment bag which held my prom dress. I went to the bathroom to get changed, and pulled the gown out of the bag. It didn't fall completely to the floor, but just under the knee, and was a gold-bronze color.

I stared at it for a moment before carefully taking it out of the bag and putting it on without ruining my hair. I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a moment once it was on. I shouldn't have been making everybody else' night as bad as I expected mine to be. And then there was Nate. He was such a good guy and such a good friend to me. He knew that I didn't want to get into this whole date thing, seeing as Lucas and I just broke up, so he gave up his prom night, to spend it with me, as a friend.

I stuck my head out the door. "Lauren, I'm an idiot right?" I hollered to her.


I nodded my head and closed the door again, well that was that then. No more moping for me.

I walked out of the bathroom, and back into my room. Lauren had changed into her deep blue dress as well. She smiled as she saw me walk in.

"See, you look beautiful. Especially when you're actually smiling," she teased. "Now, tell me the same." She grinned, spinning herself around. I grinned and rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, you look great. Now let's go. We're gonna be late."

Since Troy had a humongous house and huge backyard, his parents had invited a bunch of us over to get pictures beforehand. I was meeting Nate there. And well, obviously Lauren was meeting Troy there, seeing as it was his house.

So we finished getting ready, and made our way downstairs, where my Mother nearly lost her mind at the sight of us.

"Oh my God. I can't believe you two are going to prom!" she squealed. Dad stood next to her, grinning, letting her do all the talking. "I think I'm going to cry," she smiled.

Unfortunately for me, Caroline and Breanne were both out of town together during my prom, so they couldn't be here. Note my sarcasm? Well, half sarcasm. Breanne wasn't so bad.

"Alright Mom, let's go." I ushered her out the door. She grasped her camera tightly in her hands and practically bounced down the driveway.

I sat dully in the backseat, already feeling a bit exhausted, and the night hadn't even started yet. But we shortly reached Troy's house, where you could see some of the other cars parked along the curb.

I took a deep breath, smiled, and got out of the car. I had been talking to Nate just before I left, so I could see him standing at the door waiting for me. Him and Mom did their whole introduction thing, then went inside to leave me to talk to him.

"Hi," I smiled, stepping forward and hugging him lightly.

"You look really beautiful Sand. All the guys will be jealous of me tonight." He smirked, brushing his shoulders off cockily. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. "Oh, and this is for you." He pulled out a corsage to match my dress and slipped it onto my wrist.

"Thanks for doing this Nate. I really didn't wanna do the whole... date thing."

"My pleasure," he saluted. "It's not hard taking pretty girl as my dates," he grinned. "Come on," he nodded his head towards the door. "Let's go inside."

I nodded my head and reluctantly followed him inside. As I stepped into the house, I saw prom dresses, tuxedos, and gleaming parents. I walked in and could already see my mother talking with Lucas' Mom. Great.

She laid her eyes on me and a smile took up her entire face. "Oh, Sandra..." she gasped. "Oh my God you are so gorgeous. You look amazing," she smiled, hugging me tightly. I felt someone latch onto my leg, and looked down to see Julie smiling up at me.

"You look pretty Sandra," she grinned. I smiled and ruffled her hair.

"Thanks, Jules."

I looked around at everyone else. I could see Amber, Lucas' date. Yes, the Amber that he had dated at the beginning of the year. She had been gone away on vacation for the last month of school, so by the time she got back, most people had dates. Except for procrastinator Lucas. So they ended up going together, as friends he said.

Not that it mattered what their status was.

I saw Troy come down the stairs, messing around with his tie. He had on his tux, and colors matching Laurens, and his hair actually looking nice. Then he saw Lauren, and the two of them smiled brightly at each other, and he pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms round her, hugging her gently.

I smiled as I watched the two of them. She'd have fun tonight. I looked around for a certain boy, but Lucas was nowhere to be found.

"Sandra, would you mind running upstairs and getting Lucas, he's holding everyone up." I heard his Mom say from behind me. I turned around to look at her. She had a strange smile on her face. I swear all that woman did was scheme. But I loved her too much to say no.

"Sure," I tried to smile. I walked through some of the smiling people talking and up the staircase, where the sound seemed to fade out. I walked down the hall to Troy's room, but when I walked in, Lucas wasn't in there. I took a few steps further in and saw that the door to the bathroom that Troy had in his room was closed. So I assumed that Lucas was in there.

I took in a deep breath and kind of stood there, waiting for him to come out. After a few seconds, the door pulled open and Lucas came out, fumbling with his own tie, staring down at it as he walked out. I noted how extremely handsome he looked in his tux, and with his hair all tamed. I smiled at the memories of me always being the one to fix his ties for him.

He lifted his head slowly, noticing he wasn't alone in the room. His mouth literally dropped when he saw me. His hands fell flat to his side, and all the expression just froze on his face. He just stared at me, and I saw his eyes linger down to my dress, then back up at me.

"Wow..." he breathed. I started fidgeting with my dress, his gaze suddenly making me feel very awkward. "Sand you look..." he breathed in through his nose, then turned around and took a few steps towards the window. I watched him confused. What was he doing? He turned back around and stared at me, with a pained look in his eyes. "You are absolutely beautiful, Sandra."

I smiled briefly at him, "Thanks. You're not looking so bad in your tux either," I shrugged. "Here, let me do that," I said, walking towards him and taking his tie in my hands, tying it correctly for him. I felt nervous as I could feel his eyes locked on me as I tied it for him.

I flattened it down then took a step back, clearing my throat then looking back up at him. I could tell that the both of us were noting the fact that our colors didn't match. I wore my bronze, he wore red.

"You know it should be me and you going together, right?" he spoke softly. I frowned and nodded slightly.


He sighed and pulled me gently against his chest. "I love you so much, Sand."

Don't cry. Don't cry. Do not cry. "I love you too." I whispered back, so quietly that I don't know if he even heard.

"This is best for us though right? We're not being stupid?" He pulled back to look at me. I nodded my head at him.

"Yes. It sucks now,'ll be better." He frowned and nodded his head in agreement. "We should get downstairs. They sent me up here for you."

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll be down in a minute," he said. I looked at him for a second, then nodded my head.

I walked past him, and went back down the stairs. I was talking to Marcy and Janelle when Lucas finally came downstairs.

Once he was there, all the parents were rounding everyone up to get pictures, and all you could see were the flashes of cameras. Every combination was done. All of the dates, all of the guys, all of the girls, everyone together, friends. And then of course...

"Sandra, come get a picture with Lucas!"

I turned slowly to see Lucas' Mom grinning at me. Lucas stepped out from next to her, then put a smile on his face, holding his arm out to me. I swallowed then stepped towards him, letting him wrap his arm around me, the two of us smiling for the camera, as if we were actually happy.

Lucas' POV

This whole picture thing was turning out to be a long process. And my Mom was being totally creepy.

When I first saw Sandra, I actually felt a sharp pain shoot through my chest. She was seriously the most breath taking girl I had ever seen in my life. And I couldn't even bring myself to look at her when I saw her standing in Troy's room. Because I fucked things up. And now she was going to make some other lucky bastard the happiest guy in the world. She was gonna be one hell of a wife one day.

While everyone was busy or caught up in some conversations, I strolled over to where Nate was standing.

"Hey can I talk to you for a minute." I nudged him quietly. He turned around and raised his eyebrows at me.

"Yeah, sure." He followed me into Troy's secluded kitchen. "Listen, if this is about taking Sandra to prom, I'm not trying anything on her," he said, as soon as I turned around to face him.

I shook my head at him and sighed. "I'm not going to get mad at you," I said. "Just... I want her to be happy okay?"

He stared at me for a second and raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the counter and nodding for me to continue.

"She..." I looked down towards the floor. "She's the most important thing in the world to me," I was surprised that I was spilling my heart out to a guy. "And as long as she's happy, then I can cope with myself. So I need her to be happy and have fun tonight okay? I don't know what you two are. Friends, or... more than that. Just please, please for her, make sure she has a great night okay? And... if you do end up, dating or whatever," I muttered, hating that thought. "Make sure you take care of her okay? And... make sure you keep an eye on her because she tends to get herself into bad situations. And make sure you're there for her all the time, because she needs to have a shoulder to cry on." I started rambling, making myself feel worse and worse.

Nate just stood there staring at me as I continued to speak. "She means everything to me. She's my everything," I mumbled. "So treat her good okay. And just make her happy."

I shook my head, then walk past him to go back into the living room.

"Pearson," he called out before I left the room. I spun around and looked at him.


"Maybe you should."

Prom had been what I expected I suppose. Well, it had looked like what I had expected, it certainly wasn't going like I expected.

We had gotten there, and met up with some more people from school. More pictures were taken with our own cameras, and we basically just danced, hung out and spent our last few times together.

As a slow song was coming through the speakers, Nate and I, and every other couple went out onto the floor to dance. I wrapped my arms around his neck and distantly stared over his shoulder, my eyes landing on the floor. I couldn't help but keep thinking about the way Lucas was looking at me when we were in Troy's room.

My eyes trailed up the the couple a few feet away from us, and followed up Amber's red dress, then landed on Lucas' eyes, staring straight back at me. Amber's back was facing me and Nate's back was facing him, and while the two of us swayed back and fourth with our own dates, we locked our eyes on each other the entire time.

The song ended almost too soon and both of our gazes were torn away from each others. After a little while, Nate was over talking to some of his friends, and Marcy, Janelle, Lex, Lauren and I were sitting at one of the tables.

"My hair is falling flat," Janelle pouted, picking at her hair to try to give it more volume.

"It looks fine," we all deadpanned in unison. She rolled her eyes and shook her head in disagreement.

"Having fun?" Lauren asked, turning to me.

I shrugged my shoulders, slouching back into my chair. "Not really."

"What happened to not being moody?" she grinned.

"Changed my mind," I shrugged. She rolled her eyes and nudged me in the side. "Stop ruining your prom."

I chose not to respond, and listened briefly as the rest of them continued with their conversation. I sat there, so lost in my thoughts that when I finally looked around, I was the only one left at the table. I furrowed my eyebrows together. Where did everyone go?

I heard the slow song playing and figured they all went to dance with their own dates.

"Come dance with me?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. I smiled and turned around to Nate. But it wasn't Nate at all.

Lucas stood there, smiling shyly at me. "I already cleared it with your date," he grinned. I looked over towards Nate, he winked and nodded back at me. I chuckled lightly, then lightly grabbed onto Lucas' outstretched hand and let him lead me towards the dance floor.

He turned around and gently placed his hands on my waist, while I slipped mine up his chest and around his neck.

"Why were you sitting by yourself? he frowned. I looked up at him and smiled lightly.

"I didn't really know," I shrugged. He gave me an amused look. "I was kind of day dreaming."

"I wanted you to have fun Sand." he frowned again. I shrugged and looked back up at him.

"I am... kind of. Now." I shrugged again and shook my head. "Where's Amber anyway? I probably shouldn't be dancing with her date."

"It's cool, she knows that her and I are only here as friends. And besides..." he nudged his head over to his other side. I looked over and saw her and Nate talking and laughing together.

"Ouch, ditched by my date." I acted hurt. He grinned and slowly pulled me a bit closer to him.

"Well I have no problem stepping in," he smiled, locking his eyes on mine. I lowered my head, not liking the feeling of the wounds reopening. "Sand..." he whispered, taking one hand form my waist and gently tipping my chin up to look at him. "Sandra, I need you."

The smile slowly faded away from my face. "But, you said..."

"I know," he cut me off. "What I said. But I lied. I can't not be with you okay? And I don't know why it's taking us so many break ups to figure this out. And I know we hurt each other, but this... being apart, hurts way more. And you know that." He tightened his grip around my waist.

I took in a sharp breath. "But I... with Troy. And we said this would get better," I whispered.

"But it isn't," he emphasized. "Sandra look at us. We're supposed to be together. We just have to be. We shouldn't be forcing ourselves to break up. We should only be breaking up if we want to. And you know that neither of us actually want to. And no matter how many times we hurt each other, it'll be worth it, if we can be like this again. Because I'd let you hurt me over and over again if we could just be like this."

"But," I frowned up at him, wanting to just tighten my arms around him and kiss him senseless. "What about, university?"

"I told you Sand, I'll make it work for us. I'll do it for you. I don't care if you're three houses down or thousands of miles away. You're still going to be the one girl I'm in love with," he lowered his head, before looking back up at me. "Please Sand," he whispered pleadingly.

I stared at him, and took a deep breath. "We can make this work?"

"Yes baby, I promise." He pressed his lips to my forehead briefly. "We're gonna be fine... pretty girl." He murmured, his lips brushing against my skin.

I smiled at him, and grabbed onto his tie, tugging him down to fuse our lips together. I don't know how long we stood there in the middle of the floor, kissing each other? But it was the most amazing feeling ever. His arms pulled me tightly against his chest and I grabbed onto him and held him as close as I possibly could. Our lips fighting for dominance in our desire for each other. I could feel him constantly smiling against my mouth, and I'm pretty sure I was smiling right back against his.

We pulled away for some well needed air, and he rested his forehead against mine, keeping his smoldering gaze on mine. I couldn't help but smile at him. "Our prom plans didn't exactly turn out as expected." I grinned.

He smirked and leaned down to kiss me slowly again, hovering just above my lips.

"There's always after prom."

A/N: You didn't think I'd really let them have an unhappy ending did you? :) I'm really sorry if there's any mistakes. Any of you who follow me on twitter can see that I am VERY into the Olympics right now ;p And they've kind of got me preoccupied. Okay, I'll try not to make this note too long because I'm sure my note for the epilogue will probably be pretty long ;p So yes, keep in mind that this is NOT the last update, because there will be an epilogue, and I'll try to get that out soon! So, let me know, did you hate it, like it? Favorite parts? Anything would be nice, and I'll see you soon with an epilogue :) Thank you so much guys!

As for RL Lucas, last week for valentines day, my school had been selling candy grams that you could send to people. And he sent me, oh about six... But before you think it was anything cute, it wasn't. I can assure you that he most likely did it just to embarrass me, seeing as he grinned and laughed at me the whole time...

Me: I seriously hate you.
Him: No you don't. You should have seen your face, you look thrilled.
Me: Did you have to send six? Was one not good enough?
Him: That would have been too original. You're happy.
Me: No I'm not.
Him: You know, you could give me a Thanks Lucas, or just give me a kiss as a thank you.
Me: I would rather break my arm.
Him: God you're harsh. Guess I won't bother asking you to be my valentine then.
Me: Yeah I wouldn't.

Okay guys, so just the epilogue then it's FINISHED! Please leave a review and thank you sooo much!