Story (1) - If only he knew [Completed]

It took me some time to wrap my head over what Maan was suggesting.

But when I did, I was as shocked as I was initially.

"What?" I asked him stupidly, to which he didn't reply, just looked at another text I got on my phone from Rishi, before handing it over to me.

"Why would you want to take me to prom?"

"I haven't asked anybody yet" he shrugged. "Plus I would be doing Vicky a huge favor if I take you"

The more I thought about it, the more insane it seemed, but also the more fitting.

Vicky, my brother obviously would have a huge stress off his chest, if he just let his best friend play unofficial chaperone to me all night.

Plus, there need not be any checking over Maan being on his best behavior for the night. There was quite a dead end of him coming on to me. I could even doubt myself for misbehaving with him, but he wouldn't do anything of that sorts.

This, I was sure. Even Vicky would be. So chances are Vicky would be more than glad.

And this is going to solve Rishi's problem. Rishi might be an asshole but he isn't going to mess with a senior's girlfriend.

But the problem is, do I want a pity date? I'd rather stay home like a loser that I am and do a marathon of Sherlock.

That, is better than going to prom anyday.

However, I don't want the pity that would follow me later, neither do I want to be the one that would be subjected to all Instagram extravaganza of my class fellows.

"I'm sorry for assuming" Maan ventured slowly.

"Do you want to go on prom with me?"

I looked at him then and if I wasn't in such a bad mood, I'd gave laughed.

How innocent, I would have thought.

Maan Khurana is a heartthrob, although he doesn't care about the craze. Here, he was asking me and assuming if I dare say no to him. How endearing. How ironic.

"Do anybody not want to go with you?" I wanted to ask.

But he isn't a friend of mine to be all chummy. This, whatever conversation we had so far in itself is one of its kind. Happened for the first time. I thought, this was enough.

"I'll go with you" I told him. "But if you want to take someone else, I guess the pity date can wait. I've other plans"

Maan looked a little taken aback by my lack of brain to mouth filter, but didn't comment or oppose vehemently to the pity date line. At least he has honesty.

"Okay then" he said getting up.

"You want me to drop you home?"

"I got my cycle"

"You should go home" he said quietly. "Your family would be worried"

I nodded, getting up.

"Don't tell Vicky about Rishi"

Maan was about to say something before I cut him. "I know it will put you in an awkward position because if there's no Rishi, there's no need for you to go out with me.

But you know Vicky, I don't want him to go punch Rishi."

"I won't take his name"

"Thank you"

And that's how had the most important day of an average teenager had been drafted.

Vicky was surprised when Maan asked him if he could take me. You know about the universal bro code enough to understand sisters of best friends are off limits.

But Vicky was more confused than being concerned. If I heard him right, his reaction was "Geet, why her?"

Yeah brother, thank you very much.

"We are going as friends" Maan assured him. "It's better than going with random people whom we won't see eye to eye again"

Vicky agreed to it. Maan had a breakup recently so Vicky understood why he didn't want a date. And he was a little relieved that I don't want a date.

Again, thank you brother.

However, on the supposed prom night, I really wanted to do nothing but to pick up the first available dress, but the photographs are going to be documented for life, so I gave up the pretense and put up with my mom and aunt dolling me up.

The heels hurt but it made me look bearabale standing next to Maan, because I won't be looking like a dwarf anymore.

It was an okay night, the entire class looked jubiliant for being able to dress up like pinapple pudding and do dirty dancing and sneak in cheap drinks.

I, on the other hand was glad to find my best friend on talking terms with me again, after we sorted that Rishi was an ass.

Still, that night would remain fresh in my memory because of one stupid decision on my part.

"G, it is his senior year. I think you should stop hanging out with me and have one final dance with him" my best friend Maya told me.