Okay, here it is! The final chapter, in which the prom takes place! Thanks to everyone who supported me as I wrote this, enjoy!

Alfie POV

Jerome has been telling me all year that Mick is a total meathead. Now I understand his perspective. He just had to come prancing back the day of prom and woo Amber. As soon as he put his arm around Amber's waist, I took the corsage I'd gotten her and shoved it deep into my pocket, anger bubbling in my chest. I think she saw me. Good. Let Amber feel bad. Mick. He just had to come the night of prom, finally deciding he liked Amber and not Mara.

As Trudy shooed us out the door, Jerome caught up to me. "He ruins everything, doesn't he?" He whispered. "I'm sorry, mate," he patted my shoulder and went back to Mara. I wanted to be happy for him and myself, because he'd been talking and obsessing nonstop about Mara and how much of a meathead Mick is for over a year, but too bad I couldn't because I was fuming inside, and realized how much of a meathead Mick truly was.

I hate him.

Seriously, I hate him.

I stalked up the hill to the prom without saying a word. I wanted to puke from all the romance around me; I wanted to curl up in a hole, or better yet wring Mick's neck and prank him.

I would get Amber. I know I dumped her, but I will. It's hard to explain, but something draws me to her. I am going to get her back.

Eddie POV

Patricia completely surprised me when she walked down those stairs. Sure, she was still Patricia, still Yacker. She still had the vintage purple streaks in her hair, still was wearing black and a leather jacket, but she was wearing girly shoes, and a knee-length black dress with sequins, yeah, sequins. Even so, she was beautiful.

I slipped the black corsage on Patricia's wrist, grinning at her and taking her hand. In our picture, we did a classic pose, but I was totally worried about the actual prom. I have to admit, I suck at dancing. Especially slow dancing. So this night was going to be quite interesting. Not to mention my dad was chaperoning, and, so to say nicely, he doesn't really approve of Patricia, not since the twin incident.

When we arrived at the dance, some fast song was blaring from the speakers, and streamers were strewn across the room. The stage had a sign claiming that was where the king and queen would sit, and there were two cheaply made thrones and crowns. Tables lined the walls, covered in various drinks and chips.

Patricia dragged me to the center of the room, towards the dance floor. My heart was pounding, and, of course, at that moment the song had to change to a slow one. Patricia pulled me to her, and I stopped. "What's wrong?" Patricia asked, realizing my statue-like stance.

"I- uh," I cleared my throat. "I can't dance."

Patricia smiled slightly. "It's okay, I'm not the world's best dancer either," She said. She showed me how to dance, and eventually we were swaying back and forth awkwardly, yet happily just the same.

This prom had to be the best in history.

Mick POV

Everyone seemed quite surprised to see me arrive at Anubis house right before prom started. I pulled Amber to me, giving her the simple corsage I'd picked out. I have to admit, she was really hot tonight. I had convinced myself I loved Amber, not Mara, but yet, when I walked into the room and saw Mara and Jerome standing so close, smiling, clasping hands, hatred flared in my chest. I'd only dumped Mara a few weeks before, and she had already moved on. I glared at Jerome for a moment until Amber snapped me out of my trance so we could get a picture. "This is going in our scrapbook!" She squealed. I smiled at her, but inside I was rolling my eyes.

No one seemed like they wanted to talk to me. Obviously, I didn't have anything to say to Jerome, and Alfie and I weren't exactly friends, but even Fabian seemed really quiet. There was some nerd there who was going with Joy, I'd met him before a few years ago, and I think his name was Eugene or something. When my eyes scanned around the room, I locked eyes with some guy with his hair styled upward, his arm around Patricia. I had never seen the guy before in my life. I stuck out my hand. "I'm Mick."

"Eddie. I've heard a lot about you from everyone here at the house," the guy said in an unmistakable American accent as he shook my hand once.

I raised my eyebrows. Mara hadn't said anything about a new person taking my spot at Anubis house. I shook my head. No! Don't think about Mara! I smiled at Eddie, trying not to look like a total freak. I looked around the familiar hall. Man, I missed this place.

"Hey, Boo! We've got to get to the dance!" Amber chirped, taking my arm and dragging me out of the house and my reminiscing.

Nina POV

I loved walking down the stairs and seeing Fabian's eyes light up. I felt like I was about to trip over my own feet, I was freezing cold, my hair was rock hard from all the hairspray Amber had put in it to keep the elaborate style in place, and I was already seeing spots from all the pictures Trudy was sure to take, but seeing Fabian's smile made it all worth it. We smiled at each other as he slid the corsage onto my wrist and took my hand.

As we were walking down the long path leading to the school, holding hands and laughing along with everyone else, Fabian leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Did Amber tell you anything about Mick coming?"

"No," I whispered back. "She told me she was going alone. What about you, Mick didn't tell you anything?"

"No," Fabian said.

I shrugged, smiling at Fabian under the moonlight as the school grew closer. "Hey, at least this year we don't have to fight a madman and worry about our losing our lives!"

Fabian grinned. "Let's hope not!"

I smiled up at him, and we finally arrived at the dance. We entered the room to see the theatre completely transformed again, streamers strung across the ceiling and strobe lights turning, creating colorful pools of light on the walls and floor.

I beamed as a slow song began to play and pulled Fabian to me, pressing my forehead against his and swaying along with the music, remembering how only a year before, I'd kissed him for the first time.

Jerome POV

Mara looked absolutely gorgeous tonight, so beautiful and innocent. I grinned down at her, the happiest man in the world, until Mick had to come ruin everything, just like he always did. At least he's going with Amber. I told myself. It's all okay; he's not going to try to steal Mara away again.

If only I had been right about that.

It was about two hours into the prom, and everything had been going great. But, of course, Mick can't let anyone else have a good time for too long before he shatters their dreams. And trust me; Alfie had already had enough hurt for one night, or twenty for that matter.

Amber had gone to the toilet or something, and Mara pulled away from me, smiling. "I'm going to go get a drink really quick, okay?"

I nodded at her, watching her walk away. I stood in the middle of the dance floor waiting for her to return, but it took much longer than it should have. I wandered through the crowd looking for her, until I suddenly heard her… talking to Mick. I stood where I was, listening.

"Come on, Mara, I'm sorry!" Mick said.

By now I could see the pair. Mara had her arms crossed around her chest, and Mick was standing before her, practically begging her.

"Mick, it's okay! Look, I've got to go."
"Wait, Maraculous, please, give me a second chance!" Mick said. I hated him. Who did he think he was to use his old, stupid nickname for her and ask her for a second chance after what he did?

"Look, Mick. I'm sorry. I still want to be friends, but I'm not going to ever go out with you again. And anyway, why are you saying this, you're here with Amber as her date, and I'm dating Jerome now. Are you just trying to hurt yet another person, Mick? Amber really likes you!" Mara said. My heart soared, and I grinned. That was Mara, always thinking about other people.

"No, I…" Mick said, acting like a complete idiot, as always.

"Then don't ask me for a second chance!" Mara said, turning to walk away.

Mick grabbed Mara's arm, pulling her back. "Mara, please," he pleaded as he held her in place and leaned toward her. I froze, waiting to see what would go down, even though right now I wanted to strangle Mick and yell at him to get his hands off of Mara. I wanted to destroy him, make him leave forever. I hated him.

Mara squirmed, trying to free herself from the meathead's grasp. "Mick, let me go!" She cried, but still, Mick was leaning towards her, not releasing her. At this point I stepped in.

"She said let her go," I said, putting a hand on Mick's shoulder and pushing him away from Mara, while pulling her to me.

Mick stumbled back and glared at me. "Mind your own business, Jerome. This has nothing to do with you."

I raised an eyebrow. "No? Well, when a girl tells you to let her go, you should. And Mara is my date, I wasn't about to let some jerk who already broke her heart try and play with her feelings even more by kissing her," I snarled.

"What?" Amber appeared behind Mick. "Mick, you… you kissed Mara?" she said, hurt in her voice and tears brimming in her make-up clad eyes.

Mick whipped around to face Amber. "Of course not."

But Amber didn't believe him. She walked forward, keeping her distance from Mick, and stood in front of Mara, her lip quivering. "Did he kiss you?" she whispered.

Right now, I could see a catfight in the brewing, and for once I didn't want to see one. Mara stuttered. I jumped in. "Amber, Mick is a stupid jerk. He grabbed Mara and was about to kiss her, against her will, when I stepped in and stopped him."

Mara sniffled. "I'm sorry, Amber. I didn't want to kiss him," she said, tears spilling over. "I didn't! I promise."

Instead of looking angry, Amber promptly burst into tears, turning in her high heels and click-clacking away. Mick turned to follow her, but I grabbed his shoulder, glaring at him. "Don't even think about it," I growled. "Leave. Now!"

Mick scampered away, glaring with hatred at me, and Mara sniffled. "Thanks. I should go talk to Amber…"

"No," I said truthfully. "To be honest, even though you did nothing, she probably isn't going to want to talk to anyone right now."

"But, we can't just leave her!" Mara protested.

"It's going to be okay. I have an idea," I said, taking Mara's hand and dragging her along.

Amber POV

I slid down the wall in one of the classrooms, ripping off Mick's stupid corsage and burying my head in my knees, letting the tears spill over and not worrying about my make up. I didn't really care about anything right now. I was just in pain and that was all that mattered. I should have never trusted Mick. I hadn't even been the least bit suspicious when he'd asked me if he could come to prom and be my date, only days after he had dumped Mara. And he had kept asking me if she was with Jerome, kept talking about her.

I hated myself. I sat, sobs convulsing through my body. I heard someone calling my name through the halls, but I didn't reply to them. I didn't want to talk to anyone right now. Even as I sat not answering, trying to be quiet, I soon heard someone, much closer, sigh my name and felt them slide down the wall and sit next to me. All I could see from my position was some black dress shoes and black pants.

I didn't raise my head. "If it's Mick or Jerome, I'm really not in the mood to talk," I sobbed.

"It's not Mick or Jerome," A much more familiar, much softer voice that made my heart jump even more. A very familiar hand slipped into my own. "Jerome told me what happened, though. I'm really sorry, Ambs. But I know how it feels." I heard the hint of bitterness when he said it.

I looked up, sniffling. "I'm sorry, Alfie. I was just so stupid."

Alfie put his arm around my shoulder. "You aren't stupid, Mick is."
I sniffled again. "Alfie… was that… was that flower you shoved in your pocket… was it for me?"

Alfie sighed. "Yes, Ambs, it was. But you had other plans."
I wiped away a tear. "If you had asked me, I would have gone with you."

"Even though I broke up with you?"

I smiled. "Alfie, Alfie, Alfie. I broke up with you. And I'm sorry for that."

Alfie laughed softly. "It's okay, Amber. So, are you okay?"

I smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. What about you, are you okay?"

Alfie nodded. "So, there is still a prom going on in there, the prom you organized. Don't you want to go enjoy it?"

I smiled, realizing just how much I'd missed Alfie. I laughed. "Yeah, yeah I would."

Alfie grinned at me, then fished a slightly crumpled yellow corsage out of his pocket. It didn't match my dress at all, but as he slipped it onto my wrist, I didn't care. I took his hand, wiping away the remaining tears. "I missed you, Alfie."

"I missed you too, Ambs, you look beautiful," Alfie said sweetly.

"Really?" I sniffled.

"Er, yeah," Alfie said uncertainly.

I glimpsed my face in the classroom window and squeaked. "I'll meet you in there, I have to fix my face!" I wobbled away quickly, rushing to the toilets to fix my makeup, promising to meet Alfie back at the prom.

Joy POV

I awkwardly danced with Eugene, but after one song, I'd pulled away and simply wandered around the room. I stayed by the refreshments, hiding from my date. As I spotted Fabian and Nina in the center of the room, swaying back and forth sweetly and romantically, I desperately wanted to be sad, or angry, or… anything but what I actually felt… nothing. As hard as it was for me to admit, those two made a cute couple. They were truly in love, and, I realized with a jolt, I had finally gotten over Fabian. Countless times I'd told myself I was done with him, promised others that too, now, on the night I should have been saddest and loneliest, I wasn't. I was finally over my obsessive crush.

I could finally have a normal friendship with Fabian, and maybe someday I could even be friends with Nina too. How many friendships had I broken because of Fabian? I promised myself I would mend them, someday. But for now, I stood awkwardly by the table, with no one to talk to. Until…

A tall boy approached me. "Hey, Joy. Would you like to dance?"

"Um, what about Amber?" I asked, looking up at Mick.

"Uh… it's complicated. But we're no longer together. So, would you fancy dancing with me?" he said.

I shrugged. "Sure!"

Mick and I danced for a few songs until Miss Valentine walked onto the stage, tapping the microphone to make sure it was working. She smiled. "It's time to find out who our prom king and queen are!" She said.

"Did we get a chance to vote this year?" Someone in the back yelled.

Miss Valentine smiled patiently. "Yes, we have already voted, Miss Millington is not choosing the year!"

The person in the back swore. "I didn't vote!"

Miss Valentine sighed. "Okay, now, enough interruptions! Your prom queen…" she pulled out a note card. "Is Miss Patricia Williamson!"

The crowd cheered, and Patricia turned beet red. I clapped for my friend. Amber pushed Patricia on the stage, and she sourly sat on the cheap throne, putting the crown on her head and blushing an even deeper crimson.

"And, our prom king… is Eddie Miller-Sweet," Miss Valentine called. Eddie walked up to the stage just as embarrassed. A slow song began to play, and the lights dimmed a bit.

Mick pulled me to him, and we danced. At one point, I spotted Nina over Mick's shoulder, and I smiled at her. Nina smiled, back, confused, and turned her attention back to Fabian.

For once, it didn't bother me.

I had a new crush to obsess over.

So, what did you think? You like? You hate? I've never really been a 'Moy' fan, but I kind of felt like it would be appropriate here. This chapter turned out way longer than all the others, but it makes sense, I guess, since it all was leading up to this. So, I'm finally done with this story. Thanks for reading, hope you like! Review! ~S~