Psychic or Psycho?

Jace's POV

Dear Diary,
It was almost what people at my school called, The Dance. It was only for sixth graders, and it was obviously a dance. It would be (most likely) everyone's first, unless you were held back and all that jazz.

It was boys ask girls, or something in that manor. I knew automatically I wasn't going to be asked to go, but I liked imagining I would. That special someone, or a complete and utter stranger, that had been watching from a distance.

It was four weeks after I'd told Louis and Niall. One more week of complete silence from them, no matter how much I tried.

Someone cleared their throat in front of me, and I slammed my diary shut. I looked up and saw the teacher, Mrs. Maane, motioning that the class was empty and I could leave now.

"Sorry," I said as my face turned pink. She smiled and I walked out the door.

Most of the kids were gone, aside from the stragglers of detentions or band club or any club or team. I went to my locker, hoping to not have to walk back to the Institute.

I did the combination, and jiggled the handle so it would open. Something fell out of it, a piece of light pink paper. It was almost like a card, but it didn't say anything about a birthday or anything. It was just pink on the front and back.

I put away my books, and grabbe the stuff I would need for homework.

I bended down to pick up the card now, seeing the tiny lettering of a publishing company. I grabbed the paper, standing strait now. I opened the front cover, and saw the only thing on the card.

Are

You

Going?

Notes

OOOH, who could it be from?