My arm was linked around his. We walked down the center of the huge gym. People were staring at me, watching us gracefully walk by.
Girls smiled or giggled at the cute boy leading me away. Believe me, I have no idea who he is either. I felt like whispering that to the passing bye girls.
Slowly we stopped in the center of the dance floor. A new song started playing behind us, as if on command, and he put his arm around my small waist. I put mine around him.
He started to sway as the slow music played. I didn't know what to do. But I wanted to ask him. Anything. Did out something.
"Um. So. Who are you?" I asked trying not to make any eye contact.
"I'm your man. Your stalker." He said smiling right into my eyes.
He was so honest and open. Like he knew that was what I wanted to hear. The truth.
"Well do you have a name? Or is it just stalker?" I say back with a little push.
"I'm Parker. I'm 19. And I'm obsessed with you." He says swaying with the music and looking around at the punch table.
So open.
"Yea. So why are you so obsessed. Like I don't even know you." I say to him. Looking down at his black shoes.
He continues to look at the punch bowl. Then he quietly talks over the music.
"Yea. But I know you. A little too well."
He smiles back at me then backs away. The song ends as soon as he does.
"How about I get you a drink?"He walks away without even really asking.
I watch him walk off.
