Yes!

She squeals when you ask her. You have a hard time calming her down enough to accept but between the hugs and kisses and an almost **** hip grind against you after the initial hug when she felt your package inside of your pants. Upon actually getting her yes and her making sure you had her phone number she ran directly toward the other cheerleaders bouncing up and down animatedly in a way that put all her best characteristics into the forefront of your mind. Jealous moans and shouts come toward her from the older but subordinate cheerleaders as you walk away a little stunned by this performance.

Over the next few hours you hammer out the details through texts and get several angry/jealous texts from the cheerleaders and other girls. Mona asks if you want to meet her parents before the dance or if you want to have dinner with them first, this seems like the only thing you actually need to decide.