"Mmm..." Sheila said, walking into the Gym with her arm through Tyson's, "it smells like Prom in here," she said, closing her eyes. She ran her hands down her tight red dress nervously, but when she opened her eyes, Marty and Sally weren't anywhere to be seen.
Forget them and have fun! she reminded herself sternly. Her hand moved to play with the white rose wrist corsage she'd bought for herself from Ty.