Dallas finding out you wrote his name on the interrogation note your best friend made you do.
A/n: based 100% on the scene from sixteen candles. If you know you know. P.s This was your note (((things are spelt wrong on purpose)))
"You swear to god you don't have it?" You asked y/f/n (your friends name) worried, as you both walked out of the classroom. She shook her head.
"I don't know anything about it." You scoffed and stared at your shoes in disappointment.
"Y/bff/n gave me a sex test during History and I was supposed to pass it to you to give to her during English." You sighed. "I'm totally screwed."
Y/f/n thought for a moment. "Well did you put your name on it?" Cherry Valance walked past you and waved, you'd been friends in middle school so you waved back.
You turned back to y/f/n. "No, but it was really embarrassing. I had to name who I'd do it with if I ever did it."
Y/f/n gave you a look. "Who'd you name?"
You hesitated. "Dallas Winston." She gave you a look of disbelief.
"Dallas Winston? He doesn't even know you exist." You scoffed and continued walking.
"Thank you. That's a very nice thing to say." Y/f/n gave you a small pout.
"I'm sorry.. But Dallas Winston? He's a senior and he's taken. Very taken."
You shrugged holding your books closer to your chest. "I know but, it was supposed to be my ideal."
Y/f/n shook her head. "He's ideal for sure but forget it."
You sighed. "Oh god, I hope whoever got the note doesnt know it was me who wrote it. I'd shit twice and die."
Y/f/n laughed and waved going to her locker, while you went to yours only to find a very smug looking Dallas Winston.
You took a deep breath and went to your locker putting in the combination and opening it up to put in your books and take out your homework.
"So I found your note." You froze. 'Shit!' You thought to yourself.
"What note?" You closed your locker and looked at him. He handed you the note you had just been talking about with y/f/n. 'Wonderful just wonderful. Now he knows. I'm gonna have to pack up and skip town now.'
You shook your head. "That's not my note." He scoffed and smirked.
"Yeah it is y/n. I watched you write it in English and I saw you drop it at your sleeping friends feet." You went pale.
"But hey, don't worry about it. You're pretty cute so I might consider it sometime in the future." He winked at you before slipping the note into your shirt and walking away, leaving you standing there with your mouth wide open.