It was the morning of prom, and the tension in Steve's shoulders was at an all-time high. Either something amazing would happen tonight...or it wouldn't, and the idea of destiny would shatter.
Either way, what would (or wouldn't) happen would (or wouldn't) happen, and that was all he could do. He finished his Watermelon Dr Pepper, tossed the cup into the recycling bin, and headed off to class.
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