Update: Edited -- August 13th, 2016 -- 4:21 A.M. E.T
"Home Coming is in a few weeks." Hayden cheered excitedly, as carried our lunch trays to an empty table. "Are you two going?" He asked.
Noah, Hayden and I took a seat, as we continued with our conversation.
"Hell yeah!" Noah shouted. "I'm only going for the single ladies though." He reminded us, as he began to eat his greasy school pizza.
"What about you, Sam? I bet Rachel would like to go." Hayden told, as he took a bite out of his ham sandwich.
I shrugged, as I took a sip of water. Let's be honest for a second. I have never been to Home Coming. I never thought dances were really fun. I remember my parents forcing me to go to my 8th grade Farewell dance, back in Middle School. Stand two feet away from each other, both hands on shoulders and both hands under arms. That's how everybody danced. When the teachers weren't looking, everybody began to get real close, as if the school dance was suddenly a club. I would say everybody looked pretty ridiculous.
"Are you kidding?" Noah asked, as he fell into fits of laughter. "Sam doesn't even know how to dance!" Noah blurred out.
I raised an eyebrow, as I looked at him like he was a mad man.
"I know how to dance..." I retorted. "Sort of..." I mumbled quietly, as I looked down at my food, debating if I should eat it or not.
"I can teach you!" A voice appeared from behind me.
I jumped out of my seat, as I turned around quickly to see who it was. Out of all the people in this cafeteria, It was Rachel. My face turned a shade of red, as I chuckled, trying to hide the obvious embarrassment.
"What? Me? Need to learn how to dance?" I scoffed, as I placed my right hand over my chest. "I know how to dance. If fact, I could dance with my eyes closed!" I added, as I flashed her a smirk.
"Then show me." Rachel smirked, as she crossed her arms over her chest.
I looked up at her, with a confused expression planted on my face. "Pardon?"
Rachel giggled, as she unfolded her arms. "You heard me loud and clear, Bennett." She spoke, as she grabbed my two hands, pulling me out of my seat.
I stood there motionless for a moment, I thought of a way to get myself out of this situation. Maybe I should just walk away, and act like this conversation was never happening, but I can't just WALK away.
"W-Well..." I stuttered, as I scratched the back of my neck.
Sam, it's over. Just tell her you can't dance, before you humiliate yourself!
I sighed in defeat, before raising my arms above my head.
"Alright, you got me." I cracked. "I can't dance."
Rachel stared at me for a moment, before giggling like a little girl. She took both of my hands, as she held me tightly.
"It's alright, love! Not everybody knows how to." Rachel reassured, as she kissed me on the cheek.
"Everybody knows how to dance. You haven't been around Sam long enough to be the judge of that!" Noah called over, as him and Noah laughed.
My entire face burned, as I looked at my shoes. He's right. After all, when I was little, I would always dance around the house. My mom would record me, and let me tell you... I looked more ridiculous than dancing at the 8th grade dance.
I scoffed, as I shook my head, not looking up at anybody. Rachel's grip fell loose, as I pulled my hands away.
"I'm going to send myself to hell now." I spoke, before turning around, and walking away from the group, with bright red cheeks from embarrassment.
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Mistaken Love
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