The colour must've drained from my face when my best friend, Shane, had caught up with me after school and said that he had landed the girlfriend of his dreams. I did try my best to cover up the wretched feeling I had, of jealousy and of shock.

"Oh shit, fuck yeah man" I held my hand up and Shane connected with his. A little left-hand tap-on-the-back followed. "How the fuck did that happen?"

Shane started talking but I began to zone out. I started thinking about who the girl was. Kim. I once was obsessed over, and as of late, had still fancied. She was always quick to remind me how much she enjoyed my company. I hadn't ever told anyone about my feelings for her. When Shane had first told me that he thought he had a chance with her, I brushed the possibility off. I mean, if it was anyone who had a chance, it would be me. I was the one who did nice things for her.

"John?" I noticed Shane was staring at me.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You're a fucking airhead man" Shane laughed. "Anyways, are you going to come to prom?"

"I don't know, I think I might be busy" I said.

The real reason was that it was hard to pay for anything. My family struggled to pay the bills due to the tough economic climate. And I never really wanted to ask for money from parents.

"That's a shame, Kim wants to host an after party. It would've been cool for you to be there" Fucking Kim having a party would've been the party to be at. I retracted my statement.

"I guess I'll see what I can do though". We said our goodbyes and headed our own ways. I couldn't take my mind off of my best mate dating the girl of my fucking dreams. But it was hard to be pissed at my best friend. Though, it was harder to look him at the eye.

But I had to focus now on saving enough money for prom. And I have two months to do it.

And maybe find a date?