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It's the 9th of February and Akademiya's prom is near. The teachers have discussed that it is required to attend prom. I thought of asking Kaveh to be my dance partner, but I've noticed that a lot has asked him already.
A lot of men, women, and even his past boyfriends.
I approached him to ask him—but then, someone already did. Though it makes me wonder why he rejected all off their invitations.
I wouldn't consider us to be friends, well, I do consider him as one, but does he think that I'm his friend?
Prom is a very overwhelming setting, and prom without Kaveh by my side is what I fear. I am not asking him to be my prom partner for the mere purpose of him looking after me, I do really want to be with him, although I'm afraid to admit that.
Still, I need to make a move or someone else will.
I looked at my phone, It's February 11.
I'm in the Akademiya's garden, my favorite area to take a stroll. Unexpectedly, I saw Kaveh at the bench talking to someone. I never see him in this part of campus. He waved to him goodbye and continued to sketch something—I think it's my chance.
I took a deep breath, and walked towards him.
We locked eyes and I sat on the same bench, I could feel my heart race.
"Kaveh, do you have a prom partner yet?"
"Alhaitham?" he settles his sketchbook on his lap. "I know you'll judge me when I give you the answer." he says, "So you first."
"So far, I don't have one. How about you?"
"Not yet. Why are you asking me this? I thought you approached me just to annoy me."
"I don't take interest in annoying people."
"Okay, whatever. But what's the reason, then?", he asks.
I swallowed.
"Kaveh, can you be my prom partner?"
"You're not funny."
I raised my eyebrows, visibly confuzzled.
"Fine, I guess so." he says, rolling his eyes.
When he said yes, I did smile a little.
"What the fuck? You're scaring me. Stop smiling."
I pursed my lips. "No, I'm not."
I did, in fact, smile.