Dancing In The Thunder

4-How?

Glowy POV

"Today, everyone," says Layla, "is a day where we decide who is worthless. Then, we have a dance. Dresses and suits are made yourselves. No chores for the rest of today."

"I'm good at sewing," Clove whispers, "I'll help you and Rikari."

That, I knew, was the only part she heard. She was distracted by Layla. Sometimes it's so easy to tell. Even though Clove hated Layla, we could tell she also found her hot. There is, truly, nothing gayer than an enemy.

Rikari teased, "Ey, Clovellini, was that the only part you heard?"

"Shut up," Clove says, laughing and sticking a green bean in her nose.

All of a sudden, Layla clears her throat and none of us were laughing anymore. It was time to deem the worthless. Who wasn't going to be here anymore? Which of us were going to survive? We held onto each other tightly but even then, it didn't feel like enough.

"Now, here is our list..."

She gave off a list. None of us were called. I sighed a breath of relief as she got past the K last names, Clove for H, (they eliminated non-redheads too. Crazy!), and Rikari last, after the T names. She said Thompson and poor Rikari almost went into cardiac arrest slash panic attack mode, but she said a different first name.

After that announcement, we finish eating. Not wanting to talk about the amount of people being killed right after this breakfast, we talked about what we were wearing to the dance instead.

"I think I want to wear a suit," says Clove.

"You'd look hot," says Rikari honestly, "Maybe get lAyLAAAA to notice you."

"I hate you," laughs Clove, throwing a green bean at Rikari.

"Why's it only the green beans," I asked.

"Because they're disgusting! What evil beast created this mush," Clove said.

"Whoopsie, the green beans were my job to make," replies Rikari.

Clove laughs and screams, "Are you trying to POISON ME?!?!"

We all laugh and get a couple of looks, and I even notice Layla looking our way, but she leaves us be to talk and laugh. Maybe she didn't have real friends. Did she? I wondered.

"Shut up or I'll throw another poison stick at you."

Huh. I must've zoned out. More ridiculous conversations at our table ensued. I kind of wanted to invite Layla over, but didn't. Although I did notice her looking longingly at us. My question is, why? Why would anyone be looking longingly at a bunch of poor people?

Layla POV

Normally I would never want what Clove has. I have everything I could possibly ask for, all the money in the world. But as I look over there and see her and her friends, it makes me sad. I really want friends now. The guys are not my friends, they never have been. Half of them are/were using me to ask the former girls out. I don't like it. Especially when they were girls I had a secret crush on.

I could never say I liked my crushes though. Why? Cause it's dangerous for me.. and for them, if they like me back. I wish I didn't have to deal with that, but that's the cost. I don't get an entirely perfect life. Nobody does, that's just the way it is. I've always been gay, and now I have to pay the price for that.

"Oh my god, Clove, stop THROWING THE GREEN BEANS AND EAT THEM!!!"

"No because you cooked them WRONG!!!"

I almost laugh, but then I notice the redhead girl from their table is staring at me. For once, her face was not glaring. She actually seemed.. inviting. Like she wanted me to come.