The Popularity Project

{34} The Winter Dance

Before you continue to read this chapter, I would like to send a massive thanks to _emilylowns_ as she has been so supportive of my book. I wish I could do something in return for your kindness, Emily. 

Loads of you have been supportive of this book. Occasionally, commenting and voting and I would like to thank you all for that.

Anyways, you may read...

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As I entered, music filled my hearing. I examined the beautifully dressed girls, dancing against their formally dressed dates. They all seemed to be having a lot of fun.

"I'll go get you a drink." Dylan smiled, directing me to a table clothed in a white fabric.

I nodded thankfully, leaning my head in my hands. What am I doing here?

"Sieara, whenever you feel like leaving then tell me and I'll get Mark to take us home." Lucy whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"It's fine. I just don't feel right." I stated, readjusting my head so it was leaning against hers.

"Just go with the flow, S. See where the night takes you." Lucy smiled, briefly pausing in between the two sentences.

Dylan returned with a plastic cup containing punch. I thanked him, occasionally sipping a bit of the substance.

"Would you like to dance, Lucy?" Mark asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Omg, you dance?" Lucy giggled, causing Mark's cheeks to tint a slight pink.

It was quite dark so it was almost impossible to notice his blush.

"I'm joking, Mark!" She laughed, pushing her seat backwards and grabbing his hand "C'mon."

They both dissapeared amongst the other couples dancing across the dance floor. Also known as our gym floor.

An awkward silence settled upon Dylan and I as we both just watched the different couples.

"Dylan."

"Sieara."

We both said at the same time, causing us both to release a laugh.

"You start." Dylan smiled, gesturing to me.

"Erm, ok." I might as well get this over with "Well, I think you're an amazing person and I'm so thankful you came with me to the dance this evening. Everything about you is just so...amazing."

"But?" Dylan asked, raising his eyebrows.

"But..I don't think this-we are gonna work out. You're amazingly hot and your personality is just awesome. You're everything I should want in a guy yet it doesn't feel right. I feel like we don't belong together. I don't get nervous ar-"

"You were a bet." Dylan cut in, fumbling with his fingers.

"Ex-cuse me?" I asked rhetorically, standing up from my seat.

"You were a bet."

"I heard you, jerk!" I shrieked queitly, trying not to draw too much attention to us "First Luke and now you?"

"Let me explain." Dylan stated, running a hand through his hair nervously.

"Oh, so you can tell me how fun it was playing with my mind. Stressing me night and day on how to let you off easy. That I've always just thought of you as a broth-"