I Never Imagined ✔️

Chapter 50: The Bloodless Carrie Remake (Part 1)

"So, tell me. Who are you going with to prom?" I ask Pete, as I flip a page in my book. Pete smiles, and chuckles a little bit. "

What? What about that question is so funny?" I ask. Pete shakes his head.

"It's not the question, genius. My mom found an old picture of us from the 8th grade," Pete says, and he tilts his phone screen for me to see. My eyes bug out as Pete continues to laugh. It's a picture in which my face is so dotted with pimples that it looks like I have chickenpox. Middle school was rough like that.

I attempt to snatch the phone out of his hand, but he quickly pulls it away and drops it in his pocket. "Oh, you better not show that to anyone," I snarl. Pete chuckles.

"No promises. I'm totally not going to put this on Facebook and make this my lock screen. But anyways, I asked out Isa Black from my English class. She seems so nice, and she said yes. So I'm going with her," Pete says. I nod, while flipping another page.

"Nice. Why didn't you ask Sonia out? You guys could've gone as friends," I say. Pete looks like he wants to vomit all over me.

"Are you kidding? I'm sorry, but I want to enjoy prom. I don't want to spend it with someone who argues with me over why my tie doesn't match my suit," Pete says, and I scoff.

"Come on. She's not that bad. She's just a little bit stubborn," I say.

"Yeah, Pete wouldn't be able to handle it," the voice of Sonia says, as she approaches our table. Sophia follows behind her, and she sets her things down.

"True that. I can't handle you when you try to convince me that I have horrible fashion sense," Pete says, as Sophia sits across from me.

"It's not my fault that you always look like a clown got barfed on by Pinocchio." Sophia snickers alongside Sonia's sass.

"It's not my fault you disagree with my fashion sense." Sonia shrugs.

"That's fair. But I can't help it when-." Sophia cuts her off before she can continue to claw at Pete.

"Come on guys. Stop bickering. Next thing you know, you'll be arguing over why I shouldn't dye my hair," Sophia says. I shrug.

"To be fair, that's probably the next thing that they'll be arguing about," I say, and Sophia nods.

"Fair enough. But enough of that. Sonia, who did you ask to prom?" Sophia asks.

"I asked Nick Henson. He said yes as well," Sonia says. Pete scoffs.

"I don't think you guys are fit for each other," Pete says. Sonia raises an eyebrow at him. A little bit of weird triumph is in her eyes. She knows how to use to this information against him.

"Are you jealous, Peter?" Sonia shoots him a suspicious look. Pete shakes his head.

"Jealous? Ha, in your dreams. But, he's a really weird guy. Why would you ask him?" Pete has a look on his face that is like annoyance, inquiry, but somehow, with a pinch of jealousy in there as well. Sonia's hand flies up over her heart.

"Aw, you actually care about me! That's cute. But why is that any of your business? I can go with whoever I want. Plus, he's a nice guy, and we're friends. It's not like he's going to propose to me on prom night itself," Sonia says. I shrug.

"Come on, Pete. Don't be so paranoid. She knows what she's doing. Give it a break," I say. Pete sighs.

"Fine. But he's still not good enough for you," he says, while Sonia rolls her eyes.

"Anyways, how are we going to get to prom, Sophia? Do you want me to rent a limo?" I ask. Sophia shakes her head.

"I don't want you to go broke, Ray. And plus, you can drive. Or I can drive. Cars exist for a reason," she says, and I chuckle.