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The Prom Night Disaster and Justice

Jason was grinning like a chesher cat basking in the attention. It was like he’d just won the grand prize.

I felt sick. After the event as we were all filing out of the gym Jason caught up to me and asked if I was ready for prom.

He leaned in too close for comfort. I tried to brush him off but he wasn’t letting up.

His voice dropped just loud enough for me to hear. He then said that I was his for the night and everyone knew it.

He smirked. I didn’t want to imagine what he meant.

I couldn’t shake how disgusting it felt how trapped I was. The school the teachers and my own parents had all pushed me into this corner.

And now Jason was boasting about it claiming ownership over a night I wanted no part of. I went home that night with his words still rattling around in my head.

So prom Knight finally rolls around and Jason picks me up in his flashy car of course. We have to take a million pictures in front of his Mansion before we even head to the dance.

His parents are there all proud making sure the photographers capture us in front of their ridiculous Fountain and expensive art collection. It was clear from the start that this night was all about showing off.

We get to prom and things only go downhill from there. Jason wouldn’t let me out of his sight for more than 2 minutes.

Every time I tried to talk to my friends or get a drink he’d pull me back. He’d make some comment like remember you’re with me tonight.

It felt like I was his accessory not his date. At one point I overheard Jason talking to his friends bragging about how much he paid to get the first pick in the draft.

He literally said man I paid good money for this. And he wasn’t even trying to whisper.

The whole night was a nightmare. Jason kept dragging me around the Dance Floor showing me off to his friends like I was some kind of Trophy.

And the worst part no one seemed to care. It was like everyone expected me to just go along with it.

The girls in his Circle were there too huddled together staring at me wishing they were in my position while I tried everything to get out of it. During one of the slow dances Jason made another one of his gross comments about how he owned me for the night.

And I just couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped back right there in the middle of the dance floor and told him off.

I don’t remember exactly what I said all I saw was red. But the looks on everyone’s faces were enough to know I’d struck a nerve.

The music paused for a second and people were staring but I didn’t care anymore. I was done.

I grabbed my purse stormed out of the dance and called a ride home. I didn’t even look back to see Jason’s reaction I just wanted to get out of there.

Monday rolls around and of course everyone’s talking about what happened. Jason’s parents were Furious and tried to stir up trouble with the school but honestly I didn’t care anymore.

I went to the principal’s office and filed a complaint against Jason for how he treated me. I didn’t expect much to come of it but I needed to stand up for myself even if the administration was still trying to protect Jason’s family’s reputation.

Surprisingly some of the teachers who had pressured me into going with Jason actually admitted they were wrong. I guess words spread fast about how controlling Jason had been and suddenly people were starting to realize how messed up the whole situation was.

As for Jason he didn’t apologize. He spent the next few weeks sulking around school complaining to anyone who would listen about how I ruined his prom night.

But here’s the thing Jason’s social status started to crumble. People were finally seeing him for what he really was an entitled spoiled brat who thought his money could buy anything even people.

And while his family still had their grip on the school Jason wasn’t as Untouchable as he used to be.