Intermission - At the front gates.

The main entrance to Hyogen High was very busy at 8:00 pm that day. Cars arrived and parked wherever they could or simply stopped for a moment to drop off the senior students in their elaborate, fancy clothes for their last high school party.

At least the last one to some. The second to last one for others, and let’s not talk about those who will continue to party until their liver gives out. In any case, the excitement was palpable in the air.

Dresses of all colors and shapes. Red, blue, yellow, green and pink. Sparkles, frills and bows. Less variety in the guys’ suits, yet some stood out in their zebra or leopard patterns. Some wore bright, single color suits in purple, red or green. Someone decided to go all out and wear a suit with shorts and sandals with the sole purpose to make others laugh and have a good time.

Students just days away from officially graduating were ready to have a good time. Hopefully. Teen drama was bound to get in the way of some of them, or maybe it would be a highlight to remember for others. And speaking of highlights, there is one thing that has remained in the memories of plenty of the attendees.

A long, white limousine coming slowly down the road, much like other expensive cars and hired limos. It parked close to the school, and a tall, raven haired beauty in a suit came out from the driver seat. She walked to the other side and opened the passenger door.

The first one to come out was another student. Short, wavy black hair and big black frame glasses. His fit frame highlighted in that form fitting black suit and shirt.

There was some whistling among the muttering that began. Girls looking his way and very clearly checking him out.

“Holy crap, that’s Oliver,” one of his classmates said, recognizing him.

“Told you he’d come in a limo. Dude’s a rockstar now,” another one said, laughing.

Oliver fixed his jacket and turned to the open door of the car, offering his hand to someone inside.

Thanking his hand, the first one to come out was Mila, and if Oliver drew the eyes of girls, Mila drew the eyes of the guys. Her sequin dress was tight and long, the slit below showing one of her perfect legs. It was sky-blue and it sparkled in the lights and photo flashes around them. It also had a plunge neck but it was relatively modest. Her cleavage was visible but not to the point of being obscene. Still, if you listened closely, you could hear the sound of a hundred jaws hitting the floor in unison. A minimum amount of makeup and her hair in a braid completed the look.

The next one to take Oliver’s hand was Grace. Her dress was red with spaghetti straps and a long, pleated and beaded skirt. It wasn’t SUPPOSED to be very showy, but her massive chest called attention to itself. Yet despite that, there was a very demure air to her as she got out of the car. She let her long, normally braided hair loose, letting it fall over her shoulder.

Next was Sarah with a very bold bodycon, halter short dress in her favorite color, purple. Sequin, like Mila’s, and with an open back. The skirt reached about the middle of her thighs. She took Oliver’s hand and stepped out with confidence, knowing everyone was looking. She kept her hair loose as usual, but had clearly had a haircut to trim down the rougher edges.

Alice then placed her hand over Oliver’s and came out wearing a strapless, yellow dress with a beaded top and a ruffled skirt. To cover her very noticeable chest she topped it off with a knitted, clear brown shawl. Her hair was up in a bun, overall giving her a very elegant, if also very sexy vibe.

After her came Noelle in a very modest yet very cute dress of teal-green satin with a pleated skirt that reached just below her knees. Still, the modest dress became just a bit more provocative due to the push of her chest. Her cheeks adorned with a blush at the amount of people staring, she still stood proud and with a smile next to Oliver. Like Sarah, Noelle only had a haircut to tidy up her shoulder-length red hair.

That in itself would’ve been a memorable sight. The guy formerly known for… Or rather UNKNOWN due to his social awkwardness and silence coming to prom in a limo, looking all stylish and with five of the school’s top-tier beauties as his dates. Inevitably, some jealousy began to brew amongst the onlookers. Girls with a crush on Oliver, guys with a crush on the girls… Yet the whole atmosphere changed in seconds.

From the other side of the limo came Thomas, laughing heartily as he helped Isabelle out of the car. They were soon followed by even more people. Kevin and Lena came with them, too. Ben did as well, and then also Mark and Amanda. All of them rocking their own suits and dresses like it was nobody’s business.

Thomas went over to Oliver and vigorously hugged him as they shook hands, laughing all the while. Kevin, Ben and Mark soon joined them, joking and yelling in excitement. The girls, while more restrained than the guys, were all also giddily giggling and gossiping.

Suddenly it wasn’t ‘Oliver and his girlfriends’ anymore, but “a big group of friends coming to prom together and having a good time.’

And that was the thing, wasn’t it? A big group of friends. Thirteen people all hanging out together.

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