It was a cold sunny Friday afternoon. My friends Mark, Jonathan, and I just came home from school making plans for the Valentine’s Dance at our high school, looking good for our dates. We took the Uber to the school dance, and as we arrived we waited at the long line counting up how much cash we got in our pockets. My friends and I got 40 dollars each. I had 2 twenty dollar bills, Jonathan had 8 fives and Mark had 4 tens. As we were in the long line, the annoying teachers pet was asking for our money.

“I know you idiots got money. Should’ve hidden it better. Give me the money or else…” said the teachers pet.

“Or else what?” confronted Jonathan.

“I will tell the teacher that you cheated on the math test. And I will ruin your chances into getting in college.” said the teachers pet.

“Nice try. We are not giving you your money.” said Mark.

“I will tell your coach that you were vaping in campus.” said the teachers pet.

“You know what fine. Take my money if you want, but don’t take my friends money.” I said throwing him the only 2 twenty dollar bills I’ve got.

“Nice. Have fun at the dance.” said the teacher’s pet.

Then we finally entered the school dance and we saw our dates. My date is Isabel. Jonathan’s date is Sally. And Mark’s date is Valeria. I don’t know how to dance, but when Isabel’s favorite song “Tell me You Luv Me” by juice wrld and trippie redd started playing, she insisted that I danced, so I moved a bit as she started twerking on me. Later throughout the dance, someone snuck Hennessy into the dance and everyone started taking a sip. And so did I but not enough to get intoxicated.

A while later, I saw Sally and Valeria passed out drunk at the dance but then I saw some guy try to take advantage of the two other girls, but I punched him and started to beat the shit out of him before he had the chance. His face was all fucked up covered in blood, and his arms and legs were broken, but I turned out fine despite having some of his blood on my jeans and on my fists.

I eventually got kicked out of the dance and texted Mark and Jonathan. As I waited for them to come out of the dance, Isabel came up to me and scolded me for beating her boyfriend up. It turned out to be a big misunderstanding.

“Marcos, how dare you beat the shit out of Victor!?” yelled Isabel. “He was not trying to take advantage of these girls. I called the girls an Uber and told him to take the girls to the Uber ride. Agreeing to go out with you was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. Don’t talk to me again.” And so she left me in tears.

Then, the phone rings and it’s the last person you’d expect. My weed plug. I was hesitant to answer the phone call, so I waited for him to leave him a voicemail or a text message. He texted, saying that he’s in town and is still selling weed. Considering the fact that I had the worst Valentine’s dance ever, I agreed to go see him, and told Jonathan and Mark.

Jonathan, Mark, and I met our weed plug Miguel at a nearby park. As we smoked some joints of forbidden fruit strain, we spoke about how bad the Valentine’s dance was and how it was a huge mistake going there. I lost $40, my date, and the rest of the night at the dance.

“Bro you really thought your Valentine’s was bad?” Miguel said shockingly. “My girlfriend broke up with me at a fancy restaurant and left me, making pay for my food. And my brother got killed in a DUI car crash that same night. I’ve had it way worse.”

Then a group of cops showed up and handcuffed me, saying, “You’re under arrest for assaulting a high school student at a dance.”