The prom was dead. Not really actually, everyone was a drooling mess all of them pumped full of endorphin's and alcohol. The real dead part was the conversation. Rayne was able to stay perky, and I could tell she was trying to save it for all of us.
"Cal?" I heard a bitchy snob voice from behind us, as well as the clicking of an impatient heel. We all turned to see some girl wearing gaudy dress wear.
"Bailey, you came?" He looked as if he could tear up.
She let out a huff. "Not like you care, I see you asked someone else." She turned away melodramatically.
He stood up letting the chair fall back behind him. "No, babe, she's just a friend. This means nothing."
"Whatever." She let out another sigh and turned on her heel. Cal took after her, presumably never to be seen again.
I turned back to Rayne and Evan to see them with baffled and confused looks on their faces. During their exchange I hadn't moved a muscle from my chin resting on my fist. At least the food was good.
"Natty I'm sor-" Evan started but I cut him off. It was bad enough, just don't talk about it and I would be fine.
"Go. You two should go have some fun. I need to eat more anyway, save me a dance? Okay." I pushed off the table leaving them in the dust. I need to get to that buffet table. I finally found it after minutes of shoving through the twerks. Of course, there was no more shrimp left.
I turned to go back to the table and ran straight into someone. "Sorry."
"No it's my fault. I wasn't loo-" I looked up and our eyes connected. They were brown and kind.
We stood in silence for about ten second. "Do... do you wanna, sit down and eat?"
I held in a smile and nodded. He hooked his arm with mine and we walked back to an unfamiliar table. There were a few of the kids from school I recognized and they all hung out together. When he brought me back everybody gave me a wave and I sat at an empty chair. After the awkwardness went away we were all laughing and joking around until some boyband song came on, and the girls dragged me to the dance floor. We jumped around and danced, I was having fun. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Evan with his hand out. "Dance with me."
I felt my heart speed up, pounding at least 20 miles a minute. I nodded and grabbed his hand, as he led me away from the group. Just as we found a less crowded spot the music changed from disco party rock, to Rocky Raccoon from my favorite, The Beatles White Album. I put my arms around his neck, and his draped on my waist as I leaned into his chest. We rocked back and forth for a little while and the night was saved.
