Boys' POVs

Crossing the Line (Jesse)

Prom is important to girls. Even an idiot like me knows that.

I didn't care about it, honestly. It was just a stupid dance. I didn't see what was so important about it. You got all dressed up, danced around for a couple of hours, but then you either got laid or went home. It wasn't a big deal.

But it meant a lot to Jordan, especially after what had happened between her and Dallas at his prom. I knew she wanted it to be perfect. I could have made it perfect. But she chose to go with Pete instead.

Why would she choose that scrawny little junior over me? Why did she always choose someone over me?

I hadn't always been the nicest to her. I understood that. And sure, it was all my fault that a crazy psychopath killed her grandmother and was possibly coming after her. But I could have treated her so much better than Pete or Dallas ever could. She just had to let me.

But even if she did, Hunter would have just fucked it up for me somehow. He always managed to screw everything up for me, and I'm sure he'd do the same if I had a relationship with Jordan. So I guess it was good that she didn't want anything to do with me. It kept her safe.

I wasn't going to let myself wallow about these stupid feelings I had any longer. It was time I acted like a damn adult and feeling sorry for myself because of some girl was not helping me move in that direction in the slightest.

So it was time to get over it. It was time to move on.

Even though I really didn't want to.

When I knocked on Aimee's cabin door to pick her up, she answered it almost immediately. I didn't feel bad for being late and making her wait. But she didn't seem all that upset by it once she saw me.

"You look hot," she smirked, slinking her arm around mine.

I hadn't really done anything particularly grand to myself for the prom. I was wearing a fairly nice suit, and my hair was done a little nicer than it usually was, but other than that, there was really nothing different from any other regular day. But that wasn't the case for Aimee or any other girl that was going to be at the prom, that's for sure.

"You do, too," was how I responded back to her.

Let me get something straight. Aimee's hot. I can't lie about that. I still notice an attractive female when they come my way. It's just that... they mean nothing to me. I didn't think I'd ever be happy with a girl unless it was Jordan. And I really hated that.

Aimee wanted to dance the second we got there, but I didn't. So first, we saved a table with the rest of her friends. As I sat there, I looked around in search of Jordan. I didn't see her anywhere. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Finally, Aimee talked me into dancing with her. As incredibly unhappy as it made me, I was the one that asked her to the prom, so I was going to have to partake in prom activities.

But oh, was I glad when she finally appeared to be growing tired. Four songs had passed and I thought that she would never wear out. But finally, as she breathed in and out deeply, I knew I'd finally get a break.

"You thirsty?" I asked her.

She seemed to think I meant it in a different way, because she took another advancing step toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Yes."

I took this as my chance to escape. I removed her arms from around my neck and simply said, "I'll go get you some punch," before practically dashing off into the crowd.

It was nice that I could finally breathe. It was a shame that I was going to have to go back.

As I got to the refreshment table, I was suddenly being bashed into by a girl who had just turned around. Out of instinct, I grabbed onto her arms so she wouldn't fall over.