I suppose I'd better start at the beginning...
Vikki P - Work experience in year 10. Case number 000001

We knew each other from History class and both ended up at the same school despite having asked to go to completely different places.

She lived close to the school so we both went to her house for lunch, I was the socially awkward and cute boy who didn't eat his tuna sandwiches in her house for fear of making it smell of fish.
She was the girl my friends called "treetrunk legs".

It didn't matter, I was smitten.

We got closer in lessons, started hanging out out of school and became friends. At her gatherings we were all chummy, we even hugged AND held hands on the way home from drinking in the park. I really thought that something could happen.
She even threw a leaving party for me when she learned that I was leaving to move to Wales. Prime time for something to happen? I thought so too, until W got dumped by L and trashed the house. Twat.

Prom time came.

She asked me to go to the prom with her, I'm in thinks I! Her dad even gives me a cigar, drives us there and agrees to pick us up. I'm as happy as a dog with two dicks. We arrive at the prom and meet up with friends, dance in a group etc.

Lights go down.

It's the last dance.

Vikki appears, she's coming towards me.

She goes past me and dances with some twat called Anthony.
I hate him.

We head home in silence, I get dropped off and head home. She heads home to meet her on/off boyfriend (seriously, who calls their child Dudley?) in what is sure to be an orgasmic night of bliss for her.

Should have really said something to her somewhere down the line. Oh well
(Evilweevil is covered in bees, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 21:41, Reply)