It Started With A Concussion ✔️

Chapter 12

God they are so annoying to listen to.

I became increasingly irritated when Principal Howards announced, "And your Prom Queen is...Summer Wilson!"

Oh. My. God.

The applause continued but I just rolled my eyes. I found Hannah standing on the side so I walked over to her.

"Hey Han." I said.

"Hi Em." she smiled. "Are you even surprised?" she asks, referring to the winners.

"Not at all." I shake my head. "I don't think other guys stood a chance."

She laughed but quieted down. I watched her attention drift over my shoulder, so curiously, I turned around.

Finn stood by himself, slowly clapping with the others. I glanced back at Hannah who's full attention was on him.

"Go talk to him." I mention.

"What?" her head snaps to mine.

"I said go talk to him. It's the perfect time to." I repeat.

"Em–I can't–"

"Stop overthinking it." I cut her off. "Just stay calm and I'm sure you'll be fine. You guys are friends, it can't be awkward. If you don't want to make a move you could always just talk to him as a friend." I explain.

She gives me a weary look before walking off. I smile as I see her strike up a conversation with him. I also don't miss the smile he gives her as she does.

With those two now occupied, I realize I'm standing all alone myself. I don't know where Kayla went, but she's probably with my brother.

I didn't want to interrupt anything with Cal and JJ because they looked like they were having fun with their dates.

So I find myself wandering around, trying to find something to do. I know everybody here but not enough to have a conversation with them.

The venue the school picked out was nice. There were comfortable looking booths with tables in the middle, and my feet were killing me.

Note: I cannot wear heels for a long period of time.

Trudging over to the booths, most of them are already occupied and I find one at the end that seems empty.

That's until I go to sit down and find Jackson...alone?

Doesn't he have, like, six dates?

"Why are you sitting here?" I ask.

"Is it illegal?" he responds.

I roll my eyes. "No. But you have dates to attend to."

"No," his voice slurred, dragging out unnecessary syllables. "I have dates I need to get far away from."

I take in his appearance. Slouched, quite lost, tiredly slurring his words—yep, definitely drunk. Which was unusual considering he was always upbeat and loud when intoxicated.

But he looked exhausted.

"What did you take?" I ask him.

He starts to sit up from his slouched position and laughs. "I don't know, but whatever Trev gave me worked suuuper fast."

Oh boy.

"Don't make that face at me." he says.

"What face?" I question, taking a seat at the edge of the booth.

"That one." he points at me. "If you think I look bad you should see Finn and your brother."

My brother and Finn? They had it too?