Farrah's POV
Kimmy, Ramona, Casey, and I practically danced into the living room after spending the afternoon picking out prom dresses.
"We picked out our prom dresses!" Me and Ramona squealed, hugging each other tightly
"Uh, no, I picked out their prom dresses. You're just gonna look gorgeous in it." Casey corrected
"And with what I paid for it, it'll be Ramona's wedding dress, too." Kimmy said
"Oh, prom. Brings back so many memories. Wait. The punch was spiked. You know what? Actually, no memories whatsoever." Steph joked, "But the arresting officer did say I had a really good time."
"Oh, I remember my first prom. I went with a very nice Scottish boy named Ewan McGregor. Oh, no relation. This is the one who played Obi-Wan Kenobi in Star Wars." Kimmy said, as we all stared at her
"Anyway, I'm glad Casey and I decided to go together. We do not need dates to have a good time." Ramona said
"Am I haven't been asked yet." I laughed
"Jackson hasn't asked you yet?" Steph asked
"Nope. I'm not worried about it. If he forgets I'll just go by myself." I shrugged, swinging my dress bag around
"Oh, he won't forget... Maybe?" Steph questioned
"Aw. And the more Ramona says that, the more I believe it. I don't believe it." Casey said
"Let's go upstairs and work on our photo booth poses." Ramona suggested
"I got one." Kimmy said, sticking her arm up in the air and put her hand on her hip.
"We can build on that." Casey smiled, as we walked upstairs
Feeling like I was third wheeling with Ramona and Casey, I called up Rocki to come look at my dress and help me decide makeup
"Hey, Jackson texted. He said I need to come to the kitchen." I spoke, tossing my phone around in my hands
"Ew. Fine, let's go." Rocki sighed, trudging down the stairs after me
"Okay, J. I got your text. What's up?" I called, opening the kitchen door
"Surprise!" Jackson yelled, jumping out in a gorilla suit
"Holy shit. Where did Harambe come from?" I screamed, falling against Rocki
"Uh, What is wrong with this family?" Rocki asked
"It's a promposal. Will you be my... primate prom date?" Jackson asked
"Mm, this is super cute." I laughed, refusing to touch his costume
"I hate cute." Rocki said
"Then, I wish I could stop what happens next." Jackson groaned
Tommy walked in wearing a donut costume with a sign that said, "donut say no"
"Awwww." I smiled, bending down to Tommy's height
"Please say yes." Tommy cooed
"Not now, Tommy." Jackson said
Tommy walked out, still holding up the sign.
"Come on, I'm the only freshman on the team. All the other guys have dates." Jackson said
"Jackson..." I started, clearly going to accept
"I can't show up to prom looking like a loser." Jackson interrupted
"You realize you're saying all this while dressing up like a gorilla?" Rocki asked
"Please, Farrah, this is a really big deal to me." Jackson said
"Jackson, I'm your girlfriend, of course I'll go with you. But I want you to burn that." I smiled, pointing at the costume
"This was fun. Okay, Bye" Rocki said, pulling me back upstairs while I blew Jackson a small kiss
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After hours of makeup and hair, Jackson, Casey, Ramona, Rocki and I stood at the stairs, in our prom outfits, ready for pictures.
I wore a red form- fitting dress with a sweat heart neckline, that I was absolutely in love with. It stopped at my mid thigh, and went really well with my dainty heels and pearl necklace.
"Okay, everybody, say "sweet cheese." Max called, bringing our attention to the camera
"Sweet cheese." We smile, posing with our dates, or stag
"Yeah, were gonna do that again." Max sighed, frowning at the picture he just took
"I get photo approval before you post anything, Max" Casey said, making me laugh, "Aw, I look amazing in all of these."
I helped Jackson his bow tie, then kissed his cheek.
"Can we go? Uber's waiting. Aw, it's Ron in a Buick." Ramona smiled
"Oh, I like that guy. He always has water." Jackson said
"Oh, I can't believe our little girl is going to prom and using rideshare." Kimmy sighed
"They grow up so fast. Just last week, I thought Casey was straight." Fernando said
"All right, have a great time." Kimmy cheered, waving us through the door
We got there quickly, and the first thing Jackson and I did was run for the photo booth before the line got to long
"All right." Jackson said, letting the camera guy know we were ready
I placed my hand on his chest, while he wrapped his arm around my waist, and we quickly posed for a couple of pictures. Saving a few seconds for an extra silly one.
"Okay, you know I hate pictures. Let's go dance." I begged
"Oh, no. My mom's seen us. Don't make eye contact." Jackson said, looking away from his approaching mom
"Too late. She's got us in her crosshairs." I sighed, as DJ stared at us
We both groaned and walked over to her, "Oh, look at you two. My baby's first prom, and my baby's first prom date."
"I'm sorry, ma'am. Who are you?" Jackson asked
"Oh, my baby's ignoring me at his first prom." Dj cooed
"Leaving now. Remember, not your son." Jackson said, dragging me to the dance floor, "The football guys are over there, but don't bring up head trauma or concussions."
"Nooo, I hate those guys. They tease all the nice kids." I groaned, swinging our connected hands while he smile gently at me
"You'll be fine." He promised, moving to put his arm around me
"Yo, Golden Toe." One of the players cheered, high fiving Jackson.
"Yo, Golden Arm." Jackson responded
"Oh, Golden Barf." I groaned, attempting to tune out most of their conversation while they talked about football.
"Then the pocket collapsed. I found the open receiver; touchdown." The guy said, as I picked at my nails
"That was so awesome." Jackson laughed
"Damn straight." The guy said, as they chest bumped
"Didn't we just talk about this, like, five minutes ago?" I asked, lifting my head to look at them
"No, That was against Central High. This is against Mid Central High." The guy said
"Would you excuse me? I'm gonna go leak this story to ESPN." I dryly joke, walking away to Ramona
"Hey, Farrah. Look at you looking all... bored?" She questioned
"Yeah, I wanna dance but Jackson just wants to talk to the stupid football team. I love Jackson, but I think I got a concussion from just listening to them." I said
"Wanna dance?" Ramona asked
"Please." I sighed in relief, dragging her to the middle
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Ramona and I were walking out of the photo booth, when we heard Jackson talking to the football guys, "I didn't know she was gonna show up dressed so scandalous, right?"
Ramona grabbed my hand to keep me from running over there.
"I mean, where'd she get that dress from? It's a little small. Not that I'm complaining, if you know what I mean. Unbelievable." Jackson laughed
I gently let go of Ramona's hand, gaining the attention of all the football boys, except Jackson.
"Really?" I said, attempting to sound asserting, but coming out as more of a pain whispered
Jackson turned around, his eyes quickly widening to find me behind him, "Farrah I-"
I quickly held up my hand to stop him, quickly getting angrier, "I think I look hot as hell. Glad to know that idiots like you have shitty opinions. And do you seriously not feel guilty at all for sexualizing me in front of your friends?"
Jackson looked at me, obviously shocked that I'd heard what he said. I glared at the group of boys behind them, refusing to let Jackson see the tears threatening to spill.
I looked damn amazing, and I wasn't going to let a group of boys shatter my confidence with one conversation. Sure, it hurt, but it's easier to drop dead weight than rebuild my confidence
"Farrah, I didn't mean it." He started, trying to reach for me.
"I hate you, Jackson." I finished, wiping the single tear that fell, quickly fixing my hair, then storming out of the gym with my head held high
I could hear Ramona and Rocki's heels quickly following behind me, but I was too furious to let anyone see my guard fall down until I got out of the gym.
I spent the rest of the night in Ramona's room with the door locked, refusing to let Jackson in.
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Okay guys, juicy chapter. Also, don't rush to conclusions... because I don't know if I'm gonna have her forgive him or not so, we'll see.