"I foresee a greater tragedy in your future. Laughter. Anger. An uncontrolled storm will soon occur and you will be the center of it."

This response got a scoff from the oh-so arrogant Richard. He decided to visit a nearby fortune teller in his hometown before getting a tuxedo for tonight. It was prom for the man and Richard wanted to look so elegant and graceful for his girlfriend tonight.

And possibly add-on to the prideful aura that many people saw in him.

Richard is a Chinese with black hair and hazel colored eyes. As mentioned before, he is quite arrogant. The reason was probably over his grades. Since the start of middle school, he was passing his classes with flying colors, almost effortlessly. He also did not like to hang out or become friends with the "lower" people as he calls them. His pride grew up with him all the way to teenage years, now adulthood.

Or perhaps his pride came from something else. There was one little thing that happened to him though. He was "cursed" with an ability, although the pompous student didn't treat it like that. He would often flaunt his ability in secret, no one would know. And honestly, he preferred to keep it that way. Only his parents knew and warned him about the consequences. But Richard, ever so arrogant, did not heed their warning.

Leaving the fortune teller, Richard's prideful aura returned. The secret psychic thought this woman was just a fake, unlike him who claimed he is the "real deal." He arrived at the suit store, and after a while left with his own purchased tuxedo to match his on inflated ego.

...

Night slowly approached, and Richard was being ever so impatient, ready to show off his new tuxedo had own. He had taken a shower and freshen himself up for his girlfriend.

He combed his black hair before pulling out his fresh attire. Getting dressed for the evening, he put on his black over the calf socks and a white tuxedo shirt before getting on the corresponding white tuxedo vest. He slipped in his black slacks, tucking the shirt in as he went to the best of his ability, and tied a white bow tie around his collar. He placed on his black patent leather shoes on his socks and sported a black tuxedo tail jacket. He angled his mirror on a desk, absentmindedly gushing over his attire and crushed a small mirror in the process with his shoes as he climbed and let out a prideful laugh. He looked stunning!

Looking at his watch -a regular one, nothing too fancy- he noticed it was time to pick up his girlfriend. He bid his parents a quick goodbye and left in the limousine he had rented for the night, not hiding his gleeful self as his pride consumed him.

Though what the fortune teller's words still rang in his head. Richard thought it was just his nerves getting to him. So he ignored the skepticism as he arrived at his girlfriend's house. His girlfriend is Alana, a woman with dirty blonde shoulder length hair and black eyes. She is wearing a long red satin dress, had done some makeup on her face, a silver necklace, a white colored corsage on her left wrist, and silver heels. In Richard's eyes, she was everything he wanted. After picking her, they made their way to the dance.

The theme of prom was a classic Broadway theatre theme, complete with a red carpet and a Broadway sign positioned above the entrance with "Starring" in the title. There were many desserts on the table, mostly being pies and a three layer cake along with a chocolate fountain.

Richard and Alana entered into the dance, getting glances nonstop from everyone who appear. The men were wearing mostly black tuxedos or suits -some wore white or grey- and the women were wearing designer dresses. The "cursed" man smirk grew, loving the attention they are receiving, while Alana flashed a cheeky smile. Clearly, they were the best looking couple here.

After an hour and an half at the dance, the voting for prom king and queen began. Richard, being arrogant, voted for himself and Alana to win. He also secretly used his "curse" to scan everyone else's mind, intend on seeing who they nominated. He saw many that voted him and his girlfriend while others voted differently. Richard did not mind, knowing he had this victory in the bag. No one stood a chance against him or Alana.

If he had scanned a little further with his power, he would have picked up on a figure above the balcony of the stage. Said figure had a gallon bucket of cake batter, which was for the "lucky" winner of prom king and queen.

Anyways, voting came to an end. And the winners would be announced at 8:30. It was currently 7:45 and Richard was very impatient for the time being. A slow song came on and Alana was right next to him. So he shrugged and decided to slow dance with his girlfriend on the dance floor until it was time for him to win the crown.

The forty five minutes took forever in Richard's opinion so when it finally came, he was so relieved and ready. The prom committee arrived on stage ready to announce the winners of prom king and queen.

"The winners for this year's prom king and queen are...

Richard Costales and Alana Brown!"

Richard wore a triumphant smile over his luck while Alana was gushing nonstop from the announcement. They approached arms around each other's, feeling accepted with this crowning. Everyone was clapping and cheering at the happy couple and Richard wouldn't have it any other way.

They took to the stage and their respective crowns, Richard loving the attention he was being showered with. Then his head started to buzz like crazy, his ability sensing something. It was giving him a headache and wanted it to stop.

Unfortunately, he should have listened to his "sixth" sense, because he and his girlfriend were dumped on by the aforementioned cake batter. The yellow substance submerged them both, a sense of shock on their faces. Richard, for one, began to realize what does was.

The fortune teller was right.

The figure above smirked at its action, secretly laughing at the prideful man. It was hoping to be Richard. He didn't mean to get Alana, but shrugged at this. He needed to be knocked down a peg, thinking he's all hot. But to the figure, the fun was just about to began...

Richard wiped off the batter that covered his eyes and ears...

And heard laughter.

He turned his attention to the source and saw the audience that previously adored him and his girlfriend now laughing at their misfortune. Alana was wiping off the batter to the best of her ability, a bit upset with this action.

But Richard had taken the blunt of the pouring. His combed black hair were immersed with the cake batter, running down his handsome face. The white bow tie was crooked from the downpour, the white tuxedo shirt and vest now covered in the gooey thick mix. The black tuxedo tail jacket was stained with various sized streaks that engrossed its once regal status. The black slacks he wore shared the same image as the jacket, but the batter that landed near the floor was covering his black over the calf socks and shiny patent black leather shoes.

And they laughed at him! Well Alana too, but him!

Perhaps it was time to show them how it felt...

Richard tapped into his "curse," thrusting his hand at the dessert table, which was untouched for some reason, and flung the pies at the cackling onlookers. The prom king smilies at his "subjects" getting their precious tuxedos, suits, and dresses smothered in pies, crust and cream exploding upon contact. Richard eventually ran out of pies, so he resorted to causing the chocolate fountain's liquids to malfunctioning and squirting towards the newly dessert covered audience. Once he was done thinking the chocolate was enough, he absentmindedly flicked his hand away, satisfied with their humiliation. Of course, he forgot the three layer cake and accidentally telekinetic grabbed it and it was flung...

At him.

The collision knocked Richard off his cake batter dressed feet and he was smothered in now both the mix and outcome of said mix. The three layer was vanilla frosting and taste, so he was smothered in the dessert. This added on to his cake batter attire, now with pieces of cake onto his tuxedo. Some splattered towards Alana, who was still getting the batter off and now had to get the three gateau of her face and dress now.

Richard, having been pushed back from the cake, lied on the floor on his back. He would have been astonished at his accident... but rather wasn't feeling it as a sense of irony.

The figure, though, smirked with glee, seeing both the prom king, prom queen, and attendees covered in dessert. It decided to leave, having recorded the whole event and not wanting to be spotted.

Richard, in the other hand, lied in defeat. This was his worst -and only- prom he's ever attended. Though he did get some satisfaction from creaming the audience for laughing at him and his drenched attire. But still, he was annoyed.

The fortune teller was right...

And he loathe to admit to anyone.