"Um... hello?" He says. I haven't realized how long it has been! How awkward!
"Yeah, oh, sorry," I mumble.
"Hey, you want to dance?"
"WHAT?!" I accidently yell in his face.
"Um, yeah. So, you want to dance?"
"Sure, I guess. But do you really want to dance with me?"
"Yeah, that is what I am asking you."
"Kay, so what now?"
"We dance." I feel so happy. A boy... wants to dance with me? How is this even possible? I feel like I am living some sort of dream! He notices me staring and says, "By the way, here is your purse."
I am so shocked. "It was gone? Where did you get it from?"
"When I bumped into you," he replies calmy.
"Oh, I am so sorry. Okay let's just dance." He grabs my hand and squeezes it. We walk onto the dance floor.
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My Name is Insecurity
General FictionOutside the door of the auditorium, there is a table with a girl standing behind it. "Hey!" she greets me kindly. No scowl. No sense of rudeness. She is not ignoring me! This must take some getting used to. "Hi!" I reply back. "How can I...
