He stays with Janice

He reads the note once. Then he folds it, walks to the nearest trash can at the edge of the floor, and drops it in without breaking stride.

He slides back into place beside Janice. She looks up at him.

Janice: that was fast.

Miles: changed my mind.

She searches his face for a moment the way she sometimes does, like she is checking for something she cannot quite name. Whatever she finds seems to satisfy her. She turns back toward the floor and pulls him gently by the hand.

Janice: good. I wasn't done dancing.

They find their spot again. She steps close and he puts his arm around her waist and they fall back into the easy rhythm they had before, her hand at his shoulder, the music warm around them. She rests her head against him briefly and this time does not lift it back up.

He thinks about the note once more. Thinks about who wrote it and what would have happened if he had followed it.

Then he lets it go.

Some things are not worth the trade.

They stay like that until the music fades and the DJ's voice cuts through the room.

DJ: alright seniors. Gather around. It's time to announce your prom king and queen.