Extraordinarily Ordinary

One Surprise After Another

First of all the picture above is Erica Dasher. A.K.A Bethany. And second of all, I hope you like this chapter. Again this is going to be a relatively long chapter. Also, sorry for any grammar or punctuation mistakes.

"Yeah, you bet I am," Chase replied. That's when the girl that Isaac was dancing with earlier, came up to us.

"Isaac?" She cooed. I reflexively rolled my eyes at her.

"Yeah?" He turned to her and put his arm around her shoulder. Meanwhile, I was mentally gagging.

"Guys, this is Megan, Megan, this is Chase, Eve and Beth." He introduced us as he pointed to each one of us.

"Hi!" she said cheerily.

"How come I don't know you? Are you from another school or something?" Eve inquired.

She flipped her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder and replied,"No, I'm actually a sophomore." All three of us instinctively raised our eyebrows in surprise.

When she saw our reactions, she immediately said,"But I was born in December, so technically I'm a junior."

If you were a junior, you would be in the junior class, I wanted to tell her. But I kept my mouth shut and smiled at her instead.

"I came over here to see if you wanted to dance?" she asked Isaac. And for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Hesitation?

But only for a second. Then he looked at us, his gaze lingering on mine for, and then turned back to her.

"Sure." After they had left, some guy, whose name I couldn't remember, asked Eve to dance. She gave me a devious smile and then disappeared on the dance floor.

"I know you're not really one for dancing, but do you want to anyways?" Chase asked. I couldn't get over what a gentlemen he was. It still drove me crazy how a guy like him ended up friends with a guy like Isaac. Like, How?

I still felt uncomfortable being so close to him. It just made me so self-conscious of myself. Do I smell weird? Was my hair messed up already? But I decided to leave all my worries on the dance floor. Just for one night. We started to head to the dance floor when a voice called my name.

I spinned around to see our school principal walking towards me.

"Bethany Rose Abbott, I need to talk to you." The fear was quickly building up in my stomach. His tone made it quite evident that he didn't want to talk to me about my good grades.