I'm In Love With The Football Player

3. The Dance

I nervously start the car and drive to Bree's house. I look at the paper she gave me and I search for the directions on my GPS.
"300 Atlantic Drive," I say to myself. 

I turn on the street and notice that her house is the first one in the neighborhood.

I park in her driveway and get off. I grab the silver corset that I left on the passenger seat and I nervously start walking to her door and stop just a few inches away to knock.

A couple of seconds pass before someone opens the door. I stare at  Bree standing at the door with her hair pulled back into a bun. She's wearing a beautiful long black dress that makes her look like the most beautiful girl in the world.

"Hey." She says as she pulls a strand of hair back. 

I stand there, speechless, looking like a doof.

"Hi," I finally manage to say. "I brought his for you."

I take the corset out of the box and put it on her wrist.

"It's beautiful." She says.

"It better be," I say. "It was for the most beautiful person in the world."

She laughs a little and blushes. "I thought we were going as friends."

"Well, you are," I say. "I'm not."

She pushes me a little and laughs.

We walk down the driveway to my car and I open the door for her.

"Thank you." She says sitting down.

"Your welcome," I say closing the door.

I go around the car and get in on the driver's seat.
And then, we head to the dance.
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We both start dancing like crazy when we hear uptown funk play.
"Don't believe me just watch!" Everyone shouts and starts dancing.

"You having fun?" I ask Bree.

"You have no idea!"  She shouts.

"I'm going to go get some refreshments," I say.

She nods and keeps dancing.

I walk through the crowded gym and finally get to the refreshments. I grab a cup and serve myself some punch.

I can see Bree laughing and having fun.

My eyes randomly land on Cale, The football quarterback. I see him walking towards me but I assume he was getting some punch.

I was wrong. Dead wrong.

"How's Bree?" He asks.

"Sh-she looks like she's having fun," I answer confused as to why he decided to have a conversation with me.

"It looks like it." He says grabbing a cup of punch. "Here's something for you."

He hands me the cup but I decline. "No thank you, I already ha-"

He pours the punch on me.
"What! Hey-" I say looking at my "white" shirt. Now it's white with a big splash of red.

"That was for you." He says. "Listen up, punk. Bree is mine. So I recommend you stay away from her if you don't want to be dead by morning."

"Yeah? Or what?" The random ray of courage came back.

"I- I just said what would happen." He laughed angrily and grabbed my shirt. He levitated me at least 2 inches from the ground. I'm so close to him that I could feel him breathe;  Not hear, feel!
Out of nowhere, I hear a girl yell near us, which brought everybody's attention to us.

"Zac!" I hear Bree shout. I feel her soft and warm hand on my shoulder which makes me calmer.

"What the heck is wrong with you, Cale." She shouts at him. "Put him down."

He slowly lowers me, but I am still shaking at how frightened I was. He slowly walks back looking at me. "This is not over Zac."

"I believe it is," Bree says pulling my hand.

We walk outside the gym and hurry to the exit of the school. The parking lot is far away so we start walking. Neither of us says anything. We just walk in silence.

"Thank you for defending me." I finally say, a little embarrassed to be honest. I always thought this conversation would be the other way around.

"No problem." She responds. "He does it every dance of the year. It's kind of a hobby now."

"So, is there anything going on between you two?" I ask not really wanting to know the answer.

"There isn't really," she says. "We used to date, but he became more violent once he joined the football team. He wasn't the guy I fell for anymore, so I had to break up with him."

"How long did it last?"

"3 years." She says with sadness in her voice.

"I bet you really miss him."

"Not really." She says. "I don't miss him. I miss the old him. You probably don't know what I mean. He's always been the mean jock to everyone in the school, but I know his real self. I know him since I was little."

"Yeah," I say. "I guess I'll have to take your word."

We keep walking in silence until we get to the car. I open the door for her, once again, and she gets in. I go around to get in and start the engine.

We were midway to her house when she spoke again.
"Do you mind if we go somewhere else before we go home?"

"I don't mind at all," I say as I meant it. "Where to?"

"The pond at Oakley Park." She says. "The one with the benches around it."

I drive to the pond and park in the parking lot. We walk near the pond and all you could see was the moon's reflection on the pond. She stops about 5 meters from the pond and looks back at me.

"Here." She says. 

I walk closer to her and stop in front of her.

"What's next?" I ask.

"I realized that we never actually got to slow dance." She explains.

"So we're dancing here?" I ask a little confused.

She nods. "Mhm."

"No music?" I ask.

She laughs a little. "Isn't the sound of nature music enough for you?"

"I mean... its not my cup of tea," I say a little embarrassed.

She gets in the position to dance and I follow. I put one hand around her waist and the other grabbing her hand.

We start dancing.

 It started out by being awkward, but after a few seconds, it felt kind of natural. It felt like it was meant to be. It felt like it was meant for us to dance in the night without music. It felt real.

And there we danced. In the middle of the park. Dancing to the music of nature. Just us two and nothing more.