Ivy's pov
Sixth grade is the year and me and Dean kept our distance for the first few weeks other than his locker being close to mine. The dance was coming up and everyone was excited. Then one day after lunch Dean came up to me and said " hey ivy wanna go to the dance with me?" I blurted something out to get an answer so it would be over but I didn't say something that really helped. I said yes. Now Dean is a sweet boy trust me but I wasn't ready for a date so I was scared. I had a felling in my stomach like I was going to puke. I started fanning myself and walking out of the lunch room. Now I wasn't fanning myself because I was really happy no I was fanning myself because I knew my face was red and I was shocked at what I did because I made more drama.
