Scara and you were high school sweethearts, attending to the same prestigious college. You guys knew you guys liked each other, but none of you had made the first move. He was your buddy in all sorts of ways — your childhood friend, your partner in crime, your ride-or-die.

After successfully acing your examinations, your college decided to throw a prom night as a celebration.

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You walked into a classroom as you chatted with one of your male classmate, walking into Scara holding a decorated banner at a girl, the words reading — "Will you go out to prom with me?" With the word 'prom' highlighted in pink.

You stared in disbelief and bewilderment, not believing your eyes. Scara was asking someone else out? You wanted to ask him out, but you guess he already had someone else in mind. You retreated back outside, not wanting to linger in someone else's affair.

But little did you know, he was only practising his speech and moves with her, so that he could ask you without making it awkward.

Your male classmates seized the opportunity to ask you out instead. And you agreed since Scara wasn't available anymore anyway.

Scara saw the whole interaction. He noticed.

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Prom night felt different, you were with your date, but Scara wasn't. Which was odd, since he had supposingly asked a girl out.

You asked the girl that he held the banner out about it, and she stared at you, replying. "No? He was practising. I already have a date."

That hit you in the guts.

You chased after Scara under the moonlight, calling out to him. But he didn't turn, his face betraying hurt and a hint of anger and disappointment. He didn't react when you called his name, just continued walking.

Angered, you hit his back, eyes welling. "Scara! Just look at me!"

He froze, before turning at you, staring with feigned coldness. "Guest, go with your date. He's waiting."