Prom Part 3- Unlucky

--Pamela--
I paused for a second before reluctantly sliding into the passenger's seat in Gregory's car, hating myself for doing so. He was right though, of course… if I walked home in the rain I'd catch a cold and have to miss prom altogether and then my life would be over.
Upon sitting, I sighed heavily and started trying to wipe the mud off of my skirt, which, of course, just so happened to be my favorite. Gregory ignored me and cranked up "Dignity" by New Politics, driving fast like he does when he's frustrated. A tense and uncomfortable silence stretched between us.
It felt weird to be mad at Gregory. It felt really weird to be riding in his car and not saying a word to him. But wouldn't you do the same thing? Seriously, I need some validation here. After what happened today, wouldn't you act the same way?
I had always kind of expected to go to prom with Gregory. There really wasn't much question about it. We had been best friends since we were little kids. I spent most of my time with Gregory. I guess I'm just one of the few people who can put up with Gregory and his grumpiness and general spite towards almost everything and everyone.
As we went into middle school and high school, I realized that there weren't many other people who I have quite as much fun with. Despite the virtually permanent frown on Gregory's face, he actually is a nice guy, even if he'd never admit it. He's basically my best friend, and I decided that even if we were never "together" as a couple, I'd at least like to go to prom with him as friends.
During the months leading up to prom I had tried to give him openings to ask me, bringing it up as often as I could that prom was coming up and we needed to find dates. Whenever I did this, though, he brushed me off with something along the lines of:
"Prom is gay, Pam. Anyway…"
"Prom is ridiculous, Pam. As I was saying…"
"Pam! You know how I feel about prom. Let's talk about…"
"I'm not wasting my money on prom. Don't be stupid, Pam. You know…"
"I don't go to school dances. But anyway…"
"I don't dance. But I do…"
"I'm not going, it's dumb. Moving along…"
Even though it's not like I was even wanting him to ask me out, every time he would brush me off it felt like a big fat rejection, and it hurt. This went on for months, and then, today, three weeks before prom, he suddenly sits across me in the library, says I'm going to prom with him, and then goes on to insinuate that I'm his last resort.
It felt like a slap in the face.
I had never thought about it before, but maybe I actually liked Gregory… like, LIKED Gregory. In fact, after yelling at him for the first time in my life and promptly heading to the bathroom to cry, I realized that I was kind of head over heels for him. There was something cute about the way his hair always stood up in the back. I had always thought he had the most gorgeous smile when he bothered to show it. And his eyes were absolutely dazzling when they sparkled as he laughed. His devil-may-care attitude and reckless driving and the way he rolled his eyes and how he smirked and… the manner in which he did everything was endearing.
But despite all this, the indisputable fact that he did not like me back had been written all over his face when he had implied in the library I was only a last resort.
But then again, I guess it makes sense.
Why would I expect any more? I'm the most unlucky girl in the world.
And why would a boy like Gregory even give me a second thought as more than a friend?
I sat up straight, uncomfortable in the silence, keeping my mouth set in a perfect straight line and staring out the window. He slumped in his seat and kept his eyes fixed on the road, scowling as he always does, his mouth set in a definite frown, the left side pulled down slightly more than the right, pouting just a little, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed crossly.
I couldn't help but feel bad for him, because I could tell this whole situation was making him just as uncomfortable as it was making me, and knowing Gregory, this one car ride would probably affect his mood for the rest of the day.
I realized suddenly we had just passed the entrance to my apartment complex. I cleared my throat and said quietly, "I think you missed my apartment building, Gregory."
"It's Friday," he replied simply, rolling his eyes.
"What?"
"It's Friday, we always study at my house on Fridays."
I scoffed and snapped at him a little meaner than I intended, "Do you honestly think I want to spend any time with you right now??"
He blushed slightly and bristled, then retorted, "Fine, fail your Calculus final." He took an illegal U-turn and sped back to my place, braking so hard when we arrived that I grabbed my seat to prevent slamming my head on the dashboard. "Go. Bye."
"I will, thank you. Good bye," I said, trying to sound as dignified as possible. "Have fun trying to cram for French without my help."
He rolled his eyes again and wrinkled his nose, but had no reply.
I got out of the car, feeling successful, and shut the door. He immediately jetted off, and that's about when I realized I had shut my skirt in the door. There was a horrific rip and I let out a tiny scream. Then he was gone, shreds of my pink skirt rustling in the wind like a flag as they streamed from his car door. I tried to hold the remains of my skirt together, blushing and hoping nobody was around. As I ran up to the apartment, I realized I'd left my purse in his car.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. All at once, the horrific embarrassment of the whole unlucky day, from the library debacle to Gregory seeing me fall down in the mud like a fool to ripping my skirt on his car door, came crashing down on me. I could barely get the door open before I started sobbing.
"Mom… Dad…" I choked out between sobs as I walked in. "You won't imagine what happened to me today…"

--Gregory--
I gritted my teeth the whole ride home, so pissed I could hardly see straight. Can't I catch a break?! Nothing goes right. I can't stand to have Pam mad at me. Mainly because I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with myself if she's not speaking to me.
This whole day sucks.
I arrived home, and quickly got out, not wanting to spend one more moment in the car thinking about Pam. I slammed the car door as hard as I could, even though it didn't make me feel any better. When I walked around the car to go up the front walk to the house, I saw shreds of what must have been Pamela's skirt stuck in the passenger side door. Even though I was in a super crappy mood, I couldn't help but chuckle as I pulled the pieces out. Even when I feel like nothing goes right for me, I can always count on Pamela to be the one person with worse luck than me.
I snickered and muttered to myself as I walked up to the house, stuffing the shreds in my pocket, "Oh, Pamela. If it weren't for bad luck she'd have no luck at all."