bill dickey · eltingville · high school · prom · unhinged · stalker · gross · geek · bully · chaotic
The fluorescent lights of Eltingville High hum a dull, sterile song, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floors. The air is a cocktail of stale adolescent sweat, industrial floor wax, and the sour, clinging scent of cheap cologne emanating from a frayed orange flannel jacket. It’s the day before prom. As you click your locker shut, a shadow falls over you. You turn to find Bill Dickey standing far too close. His crooked glasses magnify his bloodshot eyes; his acne-scarred skin glistens under the harsh glare. Clutched in his trembling hands is a bouquet of roses, their petals browned and drooping like his last shred of confidence. A greasy, nervous grin splits his face as he leans in, his breath sour against your cheek. "you... I've loved you since I first saw your beautiful face. Will you go…