Prom night[mare]...

here is a flashback friday for your enjoyment...
sophomore year, prom... ugh!
here's the story:
there was this boy, tyson. we liked each other. we expressed mutual interest and prom was fast approaching, exciting, right?
wrong...
he had asked somebody else to prom already, before we had really met. i had just literally had my heart broken by my best guy friend, whose life, my life revolved around, and i was still reeling and feeling unsure of myself, was sure that nobody was going to ask me...
so the guy i liked, tyson, told his friend, adam (the goofball in the picture..) that he should ask me so we could double.
he did. he gave me a goldfish in a bowl with a card that read: "of all the fish in the sea, would you go to prom with me?"
and i said yes, answering him with helium-filled pink balloons decorated to look like pigs with a tag that said: "i'll go to the prom with you when pigs fly... (look up.)"
now i only said yes because i was for sure this would be my only invitation, and at least this way, i could be with tyson during prom's many activities.
four invitations followed his... so maybe i wasn't dog poop...
so i should have known that it was going to suck when, the fish he gave me, died the next day.
and when i got up the morning i was going to answer him, the balloons, with the high-float in them with the helium i might add, were not flying, rather, lying on the ground. dad said that was an omen, i shouldn't go with him...
oh, how i should have listened...
thank heavens i am the only girl with three brothers to teach me how to be tough.
the whole day was miserable.
he was trying to get me to act like his exclusive girlfriend... holding my hand, trying to get me to sit on his lap, putting his arm around me... and then he started in with the "perdiddles"... a game that whenever you see a car with only one headlight, you point, shout, "perdiddle!", and touch the roof of the car. whoever gets the most by the end of the night gets some predetermined prize. he had already decided that for each one he got, he was getting a kiss, from me. i know, annoying.
i made up this game, at the dance, that we were to slow dance during the up-beat songs (not many, heeelloo! prom?!?), and fast dance to the slow songs. i got away from him many a time and tried to stay away from him. he wanted to dance too close for my comfort during those few and far between fast songs. to boot, he wouldn't even let his friend tyson, or any of my other guy friends dance with me. i found that out later. he monopolized me the whole night.
alison, tyson's date, was my sole support. when we went to change, after the dance for our "night games", she was expressing extreme sympathy. she had the whole night, whenever we were alone, while the guys got out of the car to open our doors, and in many a look when we were all together.
we went to play our "night games", and he sent me over the edge...
he tried to keep me alone with him, even though i wanted to be around my friends, he even tugged at my hair trying to keep me back.
i told him to take me home. i had a late curfew for once, but i didn't care, i wanted to be rid of him! he brought up the curfew, i told him i had a headache (and it's name was adam...)
so we got to my house. my friends stayed at the school to play, and he drove me home, alone. once he walked me to the porch, he had the goofiest, most pathetic grin on his face and he had the balls to bring up the whole, "perdiddle" thing, i.e. a kiss...
so ...
i punched him.
it hurt him.
i was happy. and surprised, he had quite a bit of padding...
i told him "goodnight", went in and reported it to my fam...
so you might be wondering why on earth am i thinking about this?
"eclispe", bella breaks her hand punching a similar creep.
oh, how i so do not like jacob...