This is why. (Bre and I are sophomore. Jos and Mic are Seniors. Everyone else are Juniors)

Lunch

Table 1: Ale, Kon, Car, Bre, Sim, Seb, and Me
Table 2: Wes, Hal, Mar, Con, Sam, Rya, Hai, and Mic
Table 3: Jos, Lots of Juniors I don't know...

Wes: Dude, he's right there!
Mic: Keep yer damn voice down!
Sim: Hey guys, call your fuckin tits and mouths! Jesus Christ!
Rya: Don't use Sonny Jesus's name in vain! He put you here and he can kick your ass out!
Car: *turns around to Mic* What're you guys talkin about anyways?
Table 1 and 2: *goes quiet*
Mic: IIIIIIII kindalikeJos...
Kon: What?
Mic: I kinda like Jos.
Hai: I told him to tell him.
Hal: Y'know, since he's right there!!
Mic: It's not that easy!!
Seb: Yes it is! You go up and say it! Done!
Mic: But I don't wanna be blunt. I wanna be romantic and-and suave cuz I'm a cheesy motherfucker and *blushes* I'm a little tomato, aren't I?
Me: Little bit.
Mic: *chuckles* Dammit.
Me: Okay. *sits in an empty seat between Car and Ale that's also by Mic* I get where you're coming from. I do! The whole "scared shitless by this" thing! Anxiety?
Mic: Mhm.
Me: I could tell. I had vicious anxiety on April 23rd. Heck! I had seven panic attacks just from the mere thought, and I was having one when I was telling Ale how I feel about him!
Mic: Eight?! Really?! Shit Fam, same!
Me: Mhm. In fact, if it wasn't for the help of my friends, I wouldn't have been able to tell him! And lucky for you, you have an abundance of friends and their support! Right?
Table 1: Yeah!
Table 2: Uh-huh!
Wes: Yeah! I told him to get off his cheese-covered romantic suave-y ass and walk over there and tell him!
Me: *slowly looks at Wes* Wes*** *******, you are not helping, not even in the slightest.
Wes: *slowly sits* Its not in my contract to...
Mic: Yeah, but...it's not that I'm scared to admit to him- Well yeah I am, but I also bought- *pulls Prom tickets out of backpack* these. And I wrote that note not only asking to go to Prom with me, but also asking to go as my boyfriend. That's why I'm nervous.
Ale: Wait, you bought Prom tickets for you and Jos?
Mic: Yeah...but now I'm starting to think that I should just spend next Saturday at home, and just scrap telling him.
Me: ...Okay, I'm gonna tell you something that my friend told me when I got scared, and I hope it helps. My friend Nic told me "Now is not the time to let anxiety get the best of you. Back then was not the best time to let anxiety get the best of you. And furthermore will not be the best time to let anxiety try to get the best of you."
Mic: Thanks. That really helps a lot. *hugs me*
Me: Now, go hand him that note!
Mic: Okay! *stands up* *walks towards Jos* *hands note to Ale* I'm sorry... I felt a panic attack coming on.
Ale: And I promised him I would give Jos the note.
Mic: Just hand him the note after I leave, okay?
Ale: Okay.
*20 Minutes Later*
Table 1: *gets dismissed*
Table 2: *gets dismissed*
Table 3: *gets dismissed*
Car, Kon, Seb, and Sim: *leave*
Everyone from Table 2 Except Mic: *leaves*
Mic: *walks towards the door* *hides behind a fat pillar*
Table 3: *half of the Juniors leave*
Ale: Hey Jos, a friend wanted you to have this. *hands the proposal note to Jos*
Jos: What's this?
Ale: Dunno. He said that he wants you to read it before we leave fore Tech though.
Ale and Me: *walks "away" (to the pillar)*
Jos: *reads the note* *shrugs and walks past the pillar and out of the cafeteria*
Mic: .......U-uh-
*Just Before The Doors Close*
Jos: *in the hall* I THINK I JUST GOT A BOYFRIEND AND A SENIOR PROM DATE!! BEST STAR WARS DAY EVER!!!
Mic: *drops to his knees and starts sobbing*
Ale and Me: *drops down* Mic? Mic?
Me: Mic? Are you okay?
Ale: Budso? Y'alright?
Mic: *sniff* Y-yeah. I'm fine. *wipes his eyes and stands up* *walks to the door* MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU!! *swings open the doors and runs down the halls*