It all started at a party.
Both of us were invited and that was the first day we saw each other. My first impression of him was very good: he was tall, skinny, had brown eyes and brown hair, and the first time I saw him I thought that he was very handsome. I said hi to him and to other people that had arrived to the party before me. After I said hi to everybody I sat at the desk where the others were and ate some food that they offered me.
After we ate and talked, a DJ put some music and everybody started dancing. We were not to much people, just some friends of school and four boys from a masculine school. I did not know any of those boys that had come to the party, I pretty much did not know any boy except for my cousin (more or less), I must say I do not go to a lot of parties and I am not used to hang out with anybody but my friends from school; and they are all girls. This is one of the first parties to which I have gone and in which there are boys present, I must say I am a little bit ashamed of this because I am already 15 years old but I guess it is never too late to begin.
So I danced during the whole party, I must say I love dancing, it lets my wild part to flourish.
with him but I didn't talk to him too much. I'm pretty shy when I am talking to boys, I find a little bit difficoult to talk about something with them because I don't know what they might like to talk about. I have two sisters and I go to a school full of girls so I don't know muh about boys. Anyway, I danced with him a couple of times but nothing else.
Then we ate the birthday cake and a war started, everyone was putting cream on someone's face just for fun and I put a little bit of cream in his face just to have a little bit of fun. He was so cute!! He didn't complain or anything, he just stayed there smiling at what was going on.
During the party it was pretty obvious to my friends that I liked that boy and they wanted me to dance and talk to him all the time. It was pretty evident that I had liked that boy and this backfired on me after when we chose to play truth or dare. We were playing with a bottle, and the tip of the bottle pointed at the person who was going to be the next victim.
After a while the bottle cap ended up pointing at me and I chose dare. All of my friends were thinking on what could they do to me, they thought about it for a long time and finally they told me I was supposed to dance reggaeton in the middle of all of them with that boy...
I felt my hole world falling on my shoulders!!
- No!! No way!!
I hated dancing reggaeton! ! Especially with a man and in front of everybody. The dance is so disgusting!! You have to dance with a leg of the boy in the middle of my two legs, and there are some men that put you very close to you so you feel as if you were being violated or similar. But although I didn't like it I finalle ended dancing with him and it wasn't as horrible as I thought, but I did feel watched a lot while I danced.
After the truth or dare it was very late and we were all too tired of dancing so we went to the living room to play another game. Whilst we were playing there my parents arrived to pick me up and I sad Good Bye to everyone. Next to the door he was there and I approached him and said:
-Thank You so much for what happenned today, I enjoyed this party a lot.
WTF!! I mean!! What was I thinking!! Maybe I was to happy at that moment but I shouldn't have said that to him, especially because I didn't think on the consequences, and that sentence was obviously going to cheer him up. I don't know why I did that, but now I can't do anything about it.
I got in the car and my parents rode me back home. I remeber dreaming with him on that night.
