Judging by the amount of limo's I see driving near my apartment, either REALLY famous people live by me... or it's prom season.
And unless there's 40+ Justin Biebers traveling together in tuxedos that I don't know about... it's gotta be prom season. Everyone remembers that awkward week of getting fitted for dresses/tuxes, poking yourself with flower pins, trying to spike the punch (just me? nvm), and hoping you don't get a big zit before the dance. But nobody was expecting somebody famous to CRASH your prom, right?
Neither was this high school in LA.
And then Jason Derulo showed up.