Almost everyone had their own people to go with to prom, even Rev Vennett, except for you.

You hadn't bonded with other students a ton, hell, barely anyone even glances at you in the hall, at least you thought so...

But then, there was Mark, Mark Dracula. The boy has been utterly in love for a long while, but he's been too nervous to talk to you, despite being so talkative to everyone else. You have noticed him staring at you a few times in the cafeteria and that he has also been more distracted in class than usual, which is odd for him.

He had rarely ever been flirted with before, and had never flirted with anyone, so he basically had no clue what he was doing and how to get someone to like him back. He has tried getting advice from his brother, Roman, but Roman only brushed him off and told him to figure it out himself. "Figure it out himself"?? How was he gonna do that when he had to try and talk to someone so PERFECT in his eyes???

You were putting some of your stuff away in your locker, just some study books you would probably never touch ever again. You overheard Nerissa and her friends nearby; she talked about how she was gonna try to ask Mark to go to the dance with her, but you knew damn well she probably just wanted to eat him, but not like she'd listen to you anyway, so you minded your own business.

As you put the last of your stuff away, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You were expecting it to be one of Nerissa's friends or one of the jocks here to make fun of you for not having anyone to go with to the dance, but it was actually Mark. He had a bit of blush on his face. You observed the way he fidgeted with his uniform collar and how he glanced away from you every few seconds. He had very nervously asked you to prom, fumbling over his words a few times as his face only turned redder and redder in embarrassment, but lucky for him, you agreed! He quite literally jumped with joy when he got back to his dorm room after that.

Now, it's the day of the dance. Mark had been looking in the mirror for hours, trying to make himself look as good for you as possible. He got Roman and Rev's opinions on what he was gonna wear to prom, they didn't really care about it, but whatever, all that matters is he gets to go to the dance with YOU... and also that you don't think he looks stupid.

Mark waited patiently by the food table beside Sera, who was already eating a burger, though he did feel a bit nervous. What if you changed your mind? What if you're with someone else? That was until he spotted you near the entrance; his face turned bright red once again when he saw you...holy moly. Sera glanced at him, raising an eyebrow, but she didn't comment on how he looked like he had just seen the gates of heaven appear in front of him.

You continued to stand by the entrance, your eyes searching through the crowd for Mark, though it was kinda hard to see since people kept standing right in front of you. You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. It was Mark; he bowed down politely, reaching a hand out to you.

"May I have this dance?" He asked; it seemed like he was really trying his best to be as gentlemanly as he could.