Some Type of Way

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Every time at quinces practice, I could barely focus on my actual dance. I could feel his eyes on me. I could feel them watching me, hard. It was so distracting. When I was finished with my part of the dance, I couldn't help but watch him again. He moved gracefully with every single move. I thought everything about him was amazing. His dark hair, his clothes, his face, the way he talked, the way he smelled. But little did I know how much he would hurt me. Little did I know I would end up in a terrible position.

Days & days lead up to the day before the party. The night before, we did one last practice. Near the end, the rest of the guys saw how I was looking at Anthony. They also saw how he would glance at me a lot. Then, one of them asked us "Ooh do you guys wanna dance?" with a smirk. I felt the blood rush to my face. I refused since we weren't talking yet, but I regretted it. He looked at me, then looked back down. I just smiled and distracted myself.

The next day came and I was so nervous. When it was my part of the dance, I saw him looking at me. Honestly, when is he not looking at me? But this time, he mouthed me a good luck. I mouthed a thanks and continued. I had a really good time dancing, but I had a greater time for the rest of the time. The whole night, I wish Anthony talked to me. But he never did. I wanted to go talk to him all night, but I never managed to. When it was around 1am that I was leaving the party I thought to myself "You're so stupid. Why didn't you talk to him? Ugh." I got home and started scrolling through my feed. I saw Pia posted a picture of her party. I also saw that she tagged Anthony it it. Yes! I found his account. I requested to follow him, but when I saw his bio, there was a date.. and another girls name.

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A/N: short again. lots of things are happening soon 😬

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