Save a Dance For Me. (Sequel to Love Suicide, a Ryder Lynn Love Story)

I Only Have Eye's For Everyone Else In the Room.

"We're back bitches!" Screamed Finn, pumping his fist in the air. "Every body sit down, I wanna kick this meeting off, by saying thank-you to Scarlet." 

Everyone hand's touched my shoulder. "THANK-YOU!" They chorused. 

"For never giving up on this." Finn poured cider into solo cups and passed them out, then held one up. "This Club means the world to me, and the fact that it touches so many more people, now I know how Mr. Shue felt. It's kind of like, Scar's Rachel, and Ryder's me, and Jake's like Puck and Mike mixed together and Kitty's Santana and Quinn and I don't know who you are..." Finn trailed off pointing at Bianca. 

"I'm Bianca and I like to think of myself as Tina, Brittney, Marley mix, but hey whatever." She shrugged, crossing her legs. 

"Anyway, thank-you Scar, this means a lot to me. I know it does to you too." 

I held my glass up and clinked it with his. "You're welcome. Now let's get talking about sectionals." 

"YEAH!" Jake shouted, downing his cup, burping and crushing it in his hand. "LET'S DO THIS." 

**

I picked up a box of decorations and trudged to the stage, dropping it, and repeating. 

"Stupid Dottie, I put her in charge of one thing." I grumbled to myself, failing to pick up a unusually heavy box. Some one behind me coughed, causing me to drop the box I had finally picked up. A crunching nose let out and I flinched.  "Shit, shit, shit." 

"Can I help you?" He asked, kneeling down and flicking his hair from his face. I nodded and struggled to open the box. "That doesn't look good." He remarked, looking at the shattered figurines in the box. 

"I'm going to kill Dottie. I have to do everything by myself, I'm so sick of her. I told her to just get people to help and she didn't even show up. I'll fire her." I spat, picking out the larger pieces. 

"Can you do that?" Alistair asked, moving some of the other boxes. "I mean didn't she run for that position?" 

"No, she was appointed, and she's gunna get it." 

"That girl is so nervous she'll probably pee herself the minute she sees you." He chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the stage. "Changing the subject to a happier one, have you asked anybody to the dance yet?" 

I rolled my eyes and sat down on the floor, "No, which makes this subject no happier then the last." 

"Is there anyone you wanna take?" He questioned, pushing the subject. "Anyone at all?" 

"Well, I was going to ask Jake, but Bianca finally admitted to liking him so they're going together and then I thought about taking Finn, but he was asked to be a chaperon, so that's a nope. Now I don't even know if I want to go." I sighed, flopping down on the floor and crossing my ankles, playing with tassels of my cheerio's uniform.