MICHAEL
That annoying friend-zoned f**k wanted to take my mate to prom. If Quinn wanted to do it, I wasn’t going to tell her no, but it didn’t stop the jealousy from eating me up a little bit. I didn’t want to ruin it for her, though, so I kept it to myself. She deserved to have fun, even if I wasn’t a fan of who it was with. I trusted her to keep things platonic, so I could only be so annoyed about it anyways. The picture she’d sent me in her dress was stunning, and all I could think about was getting on my knees under it for her. She’d been much less flirty lately, though, and it worried me that maybe I’d done something wrong. She’d asked about prom next year, and I stayed evasive. I had a plan in mind, but I couldn’t let her know. How could I tell her I might not make it because I coul
