When He Saw Who Was Named Homecoming Queen, The King Took Off His Crown
Planning His Revenge
Brent wanted Chelsey to go with him to homecoming night. But now Adrian had taken his spot. Brent’s lips curled as he remembered he’d submitted his and Chelsey’s name for homecoming king and queen.
If she were going to break his heart like this, he would do the same to her and Adrian. He contacted one of his friends, who was a part of the homecoming organizing committee and asked about the poll. The news he’d receive would leave him grinning throughout the day.
It’s Here
Brent’s friend informed him that voting had already concluded. Brent and Chelsey were leading with over forty percent of the total votes. Brent laughed as he heard the news. Revenge had never been sweeter.
Homecoming night came faster than he could blink. He stood on the podium dressed with the king’s crown shining in his hands. In the crowd, his eyes connected with Chelsey and Adrian.
I Stand Alone
Brent watched Chelsey, who must’ve known what would happen next. She was fighting back her tears, clutching onto Adrian’s hand as she waited for the announcer to call her name.
Time seemed to slow as the announcer called out her name, and Brent could see the sadness and shock that flashed in her eyes. Regret and guilt flared through him for what he’d done. There was only one way to fix this.
Treat Her Right
Brent took the homecoming queen’s crown and walked down the steps. He crowned Chelsey before placing the homecoming king’s crown on Adrian’s head and presenting them as homecoming king and queen.
He could handle heartbreak but couldn’t stomach the idea of Chelsey shading a tear because of his actions. He would be happy for her if she were happy with Adrian. Dusting Adrian’s shoulders, he whispered into his ear, “Treat her right, my friend.”
Disclaimer: To protect the privacy of those depicted, some names, locations, and identifying characteristics have been changed and are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.