"I said, would you like to go to the ball with me?", I repeat.

"Really?", Martin smiles. "I'd love to!".

"You're g-going with Dumbtruck to the Christmas ball?", Hunter McNamara shutters, pointing at Martin.

"It's Dunnstock, and yes I am", I smirk, grabbing Martin and walking out of the cafeteria.

I let him go as soon as we enter the hallway. He stared at me like he has just seen a ghost.

"S-So you want to go with me to the ball?", he shutters.

"Of course Martin!", I laugh and hug him tightly.

"Y/n can we talk to you?", I hear Hunter Chandler calling from the cafeteria entrance.

"Why?", I ask and take a step back to stand beside Martin.

"Anything you can say to me, you can say to Martin. So go ahead".

"Fine. I don't see why you're going with that nerd-, I mean guy. You deserve so much better than him. And I've never even seen you talk to him so why start now?", Chandler sighs as he crosses his arms.

"Because you guys don't understand how hard this choice is for me. It's like choosing between my best friends! So I decided to go with my friend Martin here", I explain and wrap my arm around Martin.

"Y-You're in love with Martin?", Vincent question.

"No, but you don't have to be in love with your prom date. You go with whoever makes you laugh and makes you feel safe. If it's a friend or a lover, faith has to decide", I sigh,

"Now I'm going off to class".

We all watch as Y/n struts off while holding onto her books. Martin stare at us for a slight second before slowly backing away seeing Hunter Chandler's death glare.

"Hunter calm down", I reassure him.

"How can she chose him over me!", he barks.

"Didn't you listen? It was because she felt stressed out", Duke rolls his eyes.

"Shut up Hunter. God, you're giving me an even bigger headache", Chandler spits and walks off.

Duke follows in a hurry while I'm left alone in the hallway. I feel so stupid and so bad, putting all this pressure on Y/n. How couldn't I see how hard of a choice this was for her. That I've been a part of making her feel stressed out kills me. She deserves so much better than me. But I can't help it. I want her to be mine, and mine only.

"Hunter, are you okay?", Vincent asks, making me flinch.

"Of course I am", I quickly reply and turn to him.

"I just feel so-".

"Stupid. Me too", Vincent interrupts me.

"Yeah", I shrug. "But I guess we can't blame her. She decides who she wants to go to the ball with".

"Yeah you're right. She deserves having a good evening after everything she has been through. And just because she's going with Martin doesn't mean she won't hang with us", Vincent nods in agreement.

"Exactly", I smile.

"Hey, would you maybe want to go grab a snack at the seven eleven down the street?", he mutters with his eyes falling to the floor.

"I'd love to", I squeal. It'll be nice hanging out with someone except the Hunters.

I flop down at my bed with a sigh of escaping from my mouth. The day has been exhausting. I practically had to hide in the bathroom at all the recesses to avoid any of the Hunters or Vincent.

"Mom!", I groan while turning on the tv in my room.

Mom rushes into my room by the second. "Yes honey?", she says and raises her eyebrows.

"Can we please go dress shopping? The Christmas ball is on Friday, which means it's only two days left!", I ask her.

"Wait, I have the perfect idea!", she gasps before walking out the door in a hurry. After a few minutes of waiting, she returns with a light pink dress. My mouth uncontrollably fall open.

"Mom! When did you-", is all I can make out at the moment.

"It was mine when I was at your age and I always kept it in my closet. It would mean so much if you'd wear it! Only if you want to of course", she explains quickly.

"If I want to?! That dress is perfect!", I shriek and jump out of the bed, wrapping my arms around her. "Thank you so much mom!".

"Oh that makes me so happy to hear", she sighs, hugging me back. "Try it on!".

I nod as mom hands me the dress before I quickly threw it on. Once I finally got it on, I hear mom gasp. She places her hands on my shoulder and leads me to my mirror. My mouth fall open once again. It fits perfectly, like it's made for me. It's the type of dress you only see in those cliché movies or hear about in romance novels. But this one was actually in real life.

(Don't mind the model, the dress doesn't have to be exactly that size. Just imagine it being just your size, like it's meant for you)

"It fits you perfectly Y/n. You look so beautiful", she exhales.

"I don't know what to say", I sigh in disbelief.

"I know what to say, you're wearing it and you're going to look perfect. Now get it off so I can wash it for you. It has been in the closet for years, time to get that dust smell out", she giggles and walks towards the door. "Just throw it down when it's off".

She closes the door to let me admire myself some more. With some styled hair and a little makeup, I would look like a super model. Maybe I would be too overdressed? Oh who am I kidding? I couldn't care less about what the people at Westerburg high think of me. As long as I have a few good friends, I don't need to be accepted by anyone else.

Friday night is going to be amazing, I can't wait. And maybe then, I'll finally be able to give the boys the answers they deserve.

I dread the thought of choosing one of them and hurting the others. But the longer I waited, the worse the situation got. The last thing I want is to lose them, since they are my best friends. I love them.