We didn't go to the dance, in fact, we didn't make it into the school building. Jason zoomed right past the school with its neon lights saying WELCOME TO THE SADIE HAWKINS DANCE.
I questioned him about it because I did not get all dolled up just for us to ditch on purpose. My mum would blow a gasket if she found out we're not going to the dance and that he took me out under false pretences. She'd definitely change her opinion about him and then ground me for the rest of my life, give me a lecture and then tell me to stay away from him.
The first three I can endure, but telling me to stay away from him?
Too late for that.
His explanation was simple however; since I honestly didn't want to go and only agreed to because he came over to the apartment, we are going to do something else which is apparently going to be interesting and offer an insight to who he really is.
