Escapade.

Chapter 8- Happenings

Anna's POV

I closed my eyes as I twirled around, and then felt Gayle put his hand on my waist. "You dance soo well" he whispered. I blushed. Lemme tell you how I got into this very compromising and much appreciated position.

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I grabbed the bottle and spun it, hoping to God that it wouldn't land on me. It landed on Sam and Kyle. But they said that me and Gayle hadnt had a turn, so Gayle ended up questioner, and I wasnt necessarily angry about that. I mean, if it did turn out the way it had for Sam and Grace, what right did I have to complain?

"Dare", I said, before he could ask.

"Okey dokey", he said, smirking at me.

"Anna, i dare you to slow dance with me", he said.

I couldn't help but be slightly disappointed.  I mean, Sam had kissed Kyle, and what did I get? A measly slow dance? This was NOT fair.

I nodded mutely.

"Sam, music!!", Gayle yelled.

Sam nodded,  and played a tune that was so slow, I thought she had gotten it straight from the 18th century.

And that was how I found myself twirling in time to music I very much disliked, in the arms of a boy I very much liked.

The songs last beats were playing, and I was very, very sad. I wanted this moment to go on forever and ever and ever.

Sarah's POV

Me and Rachel walked down the hallway, wondering where the others could be. We were just exiting the corridor we were in, when we saw Ms.Bright and sone random guy leave an empty, dark classroom, blushing.

They spotted us, and Ms.Bright shot us a death glare, before excusing herself to go to the washroom to clean up. There was something going on with them. This would be very interesting.

It would be more interesting,  if we KNEW where the others were. Sam would have come up with some hilarious absurd explanation, that would've made life a lot more interesting.

We heard catcalls coming from a classroom in the next corridor. I made eye contact with Rachel, silently agreeing to go and investigate the source of the sounds.

It took us about 3 minutes and 23 seconds to find the classroom. Just before entering,  a quote from one of my favorite books popped into my mind- Knowledge is power is time is money.

Smiling to myself, I took hold of the doorknob, and pushed open the door.

Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what I saw inside that classroom. Nothing. In. The. World.

Malcolm's POV

Me, Grace, Sam and Kyle sat in the corner of the class eating maltteasers and watching Anna and Gayle dance. I pretended to be looking at the dancers, but actually I was staring shamelessly at Grace, and she didnt even notice.

So close, if you had asked your question in a way that she would have been forced to answer who her crush was, you wouldn't be so jumpy now. You're a great big idiot, ya know.

I know. Dont rub it in.

But I am you. How can you rub it in yourself?

Okay, now that just sounds wrong.

Stop talking to yourself you dolt, and do some damage control.

How?

I have no idea.

Okay.

I snapped out of my failure talk, to haer Kyle, Sam and Grace hooting. I looked up to see that what had started out as an innocent slow dance had turned into a kiss, and then a full blown makeout session.
Great.
Just great.
Now I was the only one in this room who hadn't kissed my crush.
Admittedly she had chosen truth, but still.

Then Gayle knelt down.

"Anna, will you be my girlfriend?"

Anna looked too shocked to answer, and I could hardly blame her.

And then, the door slammed open.

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A/n- hey, sorry for the comparatively shorter update, and sorry for once again not having time for an authors note.
Parents apparently do NOT understand the meaning of 'weekend' or 'chilling' or ever something as simple as 'free time'.

Bye, and I ♡ y'all!!!

Btw, did ya guys guess my age yet?

-AnnabethJackson6801

P.S. PK, do you approve of the name sarah?