Shoot me, I begged. Just shoot me now.
"C'mon, Allison!" Courtney laughed, bumping her hips against me (her best friend . . . unfortunately). "Dance! You look so dead; it's like you don't want to be here!" She grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
I glared. "That's because I don't!"
"It's okay, Alli, really. You don't have to hide your excitement."
I closed my eyes miserably as I bit back a groan. And I called her my best friend. I mean, it's her own fault that I was here in the first place when I can be at home doing something productive. Like, what? Reading a book? Yeah, exactly. But, no. Instead, I'm stuck here in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by grinding couples.
I know. Let's say it together everyone: ew.
"Courtney," I said desperately, tugging her arm. She looked at me, raising an eyebrow. I inwardly snorted. Gosh, she probably thought I left to the washroom. "Can I go now?"
"What? No!"
Why not?
"We just got here five minutes ago. Are you insane?" she said, giving me a really weird look.
I shot her a look of my own.
Apparently.
I sighed, probably knowing that she's right. Plus, she was the one that drove my ass all the way to this banquet place. She even paid for me.
After successfully dragging my resistant ass from my bedroom, that is.
I told her I didn't want to come. But did she listen? No. I told her weeks ago that I don't like dances. Hell, she knew that ever since we were born, damn it! But she still insisted. And damn me for having such a soft resolve. Just one look into her pleading, sorrowful eyes. . .
I closed my eyes. I am an idiot.
I dragged my legs towards the side of the dance floor. I grunted as I tried to push and excuse past people who just shot me scowls and glares. I replied by shooting them my own daggers and even flipping them off when they cursed my existence. Yeah, well, screw you, too.
I finally made it to the sidelines and inwardly patted myself on the back as my eyes surveyed the mob of people dancing. I snorted. Pft, if you wanted to call it that. Our generation has taken its toll and defined new, non-existent words and new definitions for other words. I don't know whether it's a good thing, or a bad thing. It depends on how you look at the world.
"Well, look who decided to show up," an amused voice said to my right.
