They were calling back to more
people inside. “This is insane! Look
at Trevor’s date! No, no, no, you
gotta come and see!”
I was mortified. I’d spent four
years of high school carefully
avoiding any kind of romantic
humiliation whatsoever, and now,
on the night of the matric dance,
the night of all nights, my
humiliation had turned into a circus
bigger than the event itself: Trevor
the undatable clown thought he was
going to have the most beautiful
girl at the dance, but he’s crashing
and burning so let’s all go outside
and watch.