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Dance (Olive)

Dances are boring.

They're nothing like the movie or TV shows. No choreographed dances, no cute confessions, we mostly just sit around in the dark while trying not to get a migraine from all the strobing lights. Its absurd that we're expected to buy something expensive for this.

I was pretty hyped up about this, but I think everyone got bored about a hour in, including me. Standing in the corner of the dance floor alone because your best friend left you to dance with her boyfriend isn't how most people want to spend their homecoming dance.

Sipping at a sprite that lost its fizz hours ago, I glance around, looking for something. What am I looking for? I have no idea. I just like people watching.

Sadly, no one here has a life, so I go back to staring at my drink like it holds the answers to the universe.

"Hey there cutie, what are you doing all alone?"

I shoot up, just to see that it's some boy who's clearly drunk and isn't looking all that attractive.

"It's because I appreciate distance between me and other people around me in this moment." I replied, a scowl forming on my face.

The boy just leaned in. "You're -hic- pretty for a nerd."

I could smell the beer on his breath, and I pressed myself as much as I could against the wall. What did I learn in that self-defense class I took? Go for the shins? Maybe the groin?

"I woul-"

"Back up, bub."

The boy turned around sluggishly, blocking my view of my savior.

"What are you doing herrre?" His voice was woozy.

The hero must've grabbed him by his collar, because the drunk jerked forward.

"I said, back. Up." He was shoved to the side, and he seemed to give up on me, stumbling away. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

With him gone, I had a clear view of who had saved me. A dark red suit jacket, rolled up sleeves, long black hair, it was...

Charlotte.

"Hey beautiful." She smirked.

Ugh, really? What does she want? I just ignored her, looking to the side.

Charlotte's face fell, before regaining its snarkyness a moment later. "A thank you would be nice."

"I don't have anything to thank you for." I shot back.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You really looked like you had that under control." Char said with an eye roll.

"I-" Ugh, she kinda had a point. "Why do you even care?"

"Because I don't like seeing you trapped against a wall by some idiot drunk?" She shrugged.

"It's none of your business, Charlotte." I spat.

She scowled at the use of her full name. "Sorry darling, I'll leave you alone next time to get assaulted some ugly man."

"Thanks. I appreciate it." I sneered. We stared each other down for a second, and I thought she was going to walk away. Strangely, she chose to stay and leaned on the wall beside me. I was confused at why she was still here, so I didn't say anything.

"Why were you here all alone?" Char said after a moment. I instantly got defensive.

"It's none of your-"

"I know, I know. It's none of my business." she cuts me off. "I'm just curious as to why your friend left you here. I might not be able to help next time."

There was a suspicious amount of worry in her voice for my liking, but maybe if I just answered her stupid question she would leave me alone. "She's dancing with her boyfriend. And like I said, I don't need you to save me. I can handle myself."

Charlotte's eyebrow quirked up. "Oh really?"

Suddenly, Char spun around to face me, slammed her hand on the wall inches from my head and leaned in so close I could count her dark eyelashes.

"Wh- what are you doing?" I could barely breathe, my face as red as her suit.

"You can handle yourself, right Olive?" she whispered, her stupid smirk taunting me. I could not even think straight. Her breathtaking face, her body forcing me back into the wall, the dark lighting, it was too much for my poor brain. All I could get out was an embarrassing squeak.

She laughed at my clear embarrassment, her voice soft. Her dark eyes dropped down to my lips for a split second, so fast I almost didn't see it, but just as quickly looked back at my eyes.

SHE'S GOING TO KISS YOU, my brain screamed. SHUT UP, I yelled back.

She pulled away, letting me regain my composure and to figure out what just happened. "I guess I'll have to stick around then. Who knows what'll happen to you if that's how you 'handle yourself'." she said with finger quotations.

"Wh- that wasn't- you-" I spluttered, trying to keep some sense of dignity. Charlotte just kept smiling and looked me up and down.

"I like your dress." She commented. "Matches your eyes."

I remember how I chose this dress specifically because of the colour. I look down at it, it's light blue, off the shoulder, and goes down to my ankles. The price was a whopping 65$ though.

I look back up, wanting to ask Charlotte what the hell just happened, but she had disappeared.

"Great, now we're gonna be thinking about this all night." I muttered to myself.

💜 Lolllllllllllllllllllllllllll I was actually dying while writing that.

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