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Stranger: Going to a school dance was a horrible idea. Hamish knew it wasn’t going to go well as soon as he stepped inside, hand locked into Alex’s snugly. Every person in the crowded and sweaty gymnasium was looking at them, but more specifically at the black haired boy who never spoke to anyone-or so it seemed. How Alex, captain of the rugby team and school heartthrob, had broken through was a mystery. The eyes trained on the unusual pair were surprised when the quiet boy would grin or giggle at something the other had said, followed by a shy blush. After a while, the crowed stopped caring, and they left the couple alone for a while. But only a while. Just before the slow dance, the dance Hamish had been most excited about, he was crept up on by one of the nastiest kids in the school; Ian Adler. Before anyone even noticed Ian was around, he had already dumped the punch bowl all over Hamish, leaving him soaked in red. After a short pause, the whole room erupted in a fit of laughter, causing the humiliated student to flee. Now he was sitting outside without his date, trying his hardest not to cry as he shook fruit punch out of his hair. “Stupid idea.” He muttered to himself, hearing the slow song announcement. “Dumb ass idea.”

You: Alex was actually surprised that Hamish had agreed to go to the dance with him. He was expecting a cold stare and a ‘no’, certainly not expecting him to say yes. He made sure he looked top-notch for this dance, not wanting to look like the typical jock he usually was. He put in a lot of effort to look good for tonight, dressed nicely in the best Westwood money could buy (well, best Westwood his father’s money could buy). He smiled and held the door open for Hamish, as they walked in hand-in-hand together. Of course it was surprising to most people, but Alex paid them no attention, only caring about what Hamish had to say. They stood together the entire night, still holding hands with Hamish as they talked back and forth, glad to see him laugh and smile at everything he said- even the terrible jokes he came up with. Soon, the slow dance was going to start, and Alex wanted to pull Hamish onto the dance floor with him so they could dance together. That was, until Ian came out of nowhere and dumped Hamish completely in punch. His eyes went wide, seeing his date soaked to the bone with punch and the others laughing. “Hamish, wait!” He said, yet the other had already raced off. Ian laughed about that with the rest of the students, until Alex yanked him by his collar and planted a rather satisfying punch across his face. Of course, that got him kicked out of the dance- but he didn’t care. He walked out and spotted Hamish curled up outside, and he frowned softly. He walked over to him, shrugging off his suit jacket in the process. “You okay…?” He asked, wrapping the jacket around his soaked shoulders as he sat down beside him.