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Day Three: 11 May 2015

At 06:30, I called up all my students and told them about my Promposal, with my bedroom door closed tightly to prevent Olivia from overhearing it (to avoid a “Spoiler Alert” kind of situation). I would also had to drive to Permian to manage the first quarter of the setup, and most importantly, drop off those cupcakes.

Then, two hours after I came back (when the setup finished), I told Olivia, “Listen. I want you to do me a favour. It’s a big one, and it’s gonna seem weird at first, but hey, just don’t make a big deal out of it. You’ll really enjoy the outcome.”

She replied with, “OK… but what is it?”

I told her, “You’ll see.” before Derek gave her some instructions.

I floored the gas pedal and sprinted to the back of the front lobby. I sat down on the couch at the back wall. Meanwhile, “The Dream” from the 1997 Titanic movie was playing in the background.

One minute into the song, I first see Olivia walking down the aisle. After 10 seconds, I put the cupcake box on the table. She stops in front of the table, with the box right in front of her.

I crack the box open and slowly lift the lid to reveal:

Roses Are Red
Cupcakes Are BOMB
But It Would Be Nice
If You Could Come With Me To
PROM?

Her jaw dropped to the ground. She started clapping her hands and jumping up and down, and delightfully yelled out “YES!!”...

Right when the key signature of the song changed, the entire crowd suddenly burst into applause as I stood behind the table with my left arm around her and her right arm around me. We both smiled as pictures were snapped off at rates of at least a million per second.

We turned towards each other. At the song’s 01:48 mark, she pulled herself towards me and kissed me. A shocked feeling went through my body but quickly dissipated as I lost myself in her cinnamon breath and soft lips…

The crowd’s cheering and applauding turned into a mixture of things like, “Oooohh!”, “Woah!”, and gasping.

She whispered, “You have no idea…” just before she kissed me again. Our arms were tightly wrapped around each other as we kissed, slowly and sensually. Before we knew it, we were moving towards that couch.

I laid her down on the couch, never breaking our kiss. I was supporting myself so that my body was just above hers.

We kissed for at least half an hour before finally being broken up by the sound of Olivia’s phone. Derek was calling us and telling us to come home.

Her final comments were, “One thing my parents told me, is that if anything bad arises out of this, such as rumours, tell me and the school admins about it. Again, many people have done this, and many people will do this no matter what year it is, so you can tell them that.”

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