Lindsey POV
"Lindsey, will you be my date for Prom?" I stared at Mathew, taking in the words, feeling his hand touching mine, him still on his bended knee. For a moment I wanted to jump for joy, but another part of me, a small part of me was suspicious. Was this all a setup of some kind? Were Tiffany and her friends in the wings ready to jump out and start laughing at me? Was I being pranked? I swallowed hard. It was the only explanation I could think of. My spirits sank.
"Who put you up to this?" I asked, withdrawing my hand and glancing around the library, seeing several students openly staring but none that were openly laughing at me or pointing.
Mathew looked confused. "Put me up to what?" he asked "the promposal?" he added perplexed "this was my idea. I really wanted to ask you,"
