She's Destined To Be ✔

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"And the junior prince and princess are!" the announcer paused. "Bryan Verrett and Sarina Robbins!"

Wait! What!? I gasped in shock but walked up to Bryan and linked arms with him. A girl came up to us with our slips and crows. She slipped them over us and placed the crowns on our heads.

'Congratulations!' Gaby cheered.

'Thanks.'

'What's wrong?'

'Do you see the person's arm I'm linked to?'

'Right.'

Bryan nudged my side. I looked up at him and raised my eyebrows.

"You look nice," he said.

"Thanks," I said.

"And the homecoming king and queen of Spring's and Winter's High School goes to Erik Schulke and Rosalind Olson!" the woman said.

I tensed up and looked down. Bryan noticed and cleared his throat.

"What's wrong?" he said.

I shook my head. "Nothing."

"I may be your ex and I might have been a horrible boyfriend-"

"Might have been?" I said looking up at him.

"But I still know you," he finished. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just jealous of Rosalind."

"I don't see why. You look a lot better than her," he said. "And you have a better personality."

I smiled. "Thank you."

He nodded his head.

"I find that funny, though, because I look a lot better than your current girlfriend but yet, here we are," I said.

The freshmen couples started walking off of the field.

"I don't have a girlfriend," Bryan said. "Sabrina was just a girl I fu-"

"Too much information," I said.

"Right," he said. "But you do have a boyfriend."

"Yes," I said. "I do."

The sophomore couples followed the freshmen off the field.

"Does he treat you right?" he asked.

"Why are you asking?" I said.

"I don't know," Bryan said. "I'm just wondering."

"You're lying," I said and rolled my eyes.

Bryan sighed and clenched his jaw.

"Tell me," I said.

"I'm asking because I want to make sure he treats you better than I did," he said.

I looked up at him and frowned. His eyes were glassy. I opened my mouth to say something but then closed it. We followed the couple in front of us off the field.

"So does he?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, he does."

He nodded his head and avoided my gaze.

"That's good," he said in a broken voice. "Good for you."

We walked off the field and he let go of my arm.