Freshman

The Dance

Mel's POV

Today is the day of the long awaited seventh and eighth grade Halloween dance. I'm excited to have a good time with my friends and see their costumes. I'm going as a zombie prom girl and my friends are other female zombies. This is going to be fun! There is still a small little voice nagging me. It's like I'm fighting with myself.

I'm going to have fun.

Well duh! But.......

But what?

What if Jason asks you to dance?

So what if he does? It's required of every student to have a dance partner for slow songs.

So if he asks you

I won't know if he likes me, that's okay. If he asks me, it'll just be circumstantial.

Whatever makes you sleep at night.

He doesn't like me........we've been friends since kindergarten when he threw paint at me.

What if he's liked you the whole time? What if Eileen's right?

Pfft, Eileen's never right.

She could be, for once.

As if, I'm just going to go into that dance like everything is normal.

Good luck........

I hate when my thoughts contradict each other. It's like I'm two people. Maybe because sometimes I feel like I am.

I want to be the good student for my parents and teachers. I always get honours. But then I want to be fun and reckless like my friends. I want to do what I want and be careless. I can't find an in between. The only who knows about this is Jason, I couldn't tell Eileen, she'd tell me to be one not both. I want to be both, a mixture I guess you could say.

I check my watch. I don't have time to think about this. I race around my room and finish up the makeup. I do a little spin to see the dress twirl. I feel pretty. The dress is a navy shade of blue, coming to my knees and has a black netting underneath. I toss on a pair of black and white converse and look in the mirror. The dress and converse is something Dani would've worn, before she changed.

I pick up my bag and scream goodbye at Dee Dee who's zoned out in front of the tv.

"You look like a bomb went off" yells my Dad while he's lounging on the couch.

"Love you too!" I yell from the door and slam it shut.

I arrived when people were actually dancing. Instead of the girls on one side and boys on the other. My friends and I scream and have a lot of fun dancing, just us girls.

Until a slow song came on, everyone separated to find a partner. I stood awkwardly under the disco ball in the middle of the dance floor. I was surrounded by couples and I stood by myself with a glass of punch in my hand.

I'm kind of keeping to myself when I see someone push through the crowd of couples. It's Jason in a torn up suit. He notices me eyeing him.

"Zombie prom date" he says and I nod. "Didn't finish the costume" he points to his. "Should've added some fake blood."

"Doesn't surprise me you left something to the last minute" I joke and he grins.

"That's me"

I take a sip of my drink. He looks around.

"Care to dance?" he asks and I smile. I toss away the punch and he leads me to center of the dance floor. It's a slow song and what I did was a totally in the moment thing! Nothing else......I rested my head on his shoulder and held on to him, but here's the part that scared me, I didn't want to let go.