Cherry on the Bunks

Dance of the Dork

Dance class was one of those things i kinda dread, you're forced to dance with guys who barely care enough to even talk to you. And if you are on the chubbier side they are scared out of there minds to attempt any dips or lifts. It is not that i am a bad dancer, i actually took ballroom for a few years so i know what i am doing. I praise whoever invented slow dancing if i get someone who knows what to do but that can all change if you get a crazy teacher. You have your very eccentric dance teachers who insist you arch your back and stay stiff. Sometimes you get a guy who can't lead and then you kinda have to take up the slack. Also the dance classes were prime time for dudes to make a move or in my case for me to attain a crush, this will be the big hill to get over if i am gonna get through this camp with no crush.

The boys were already in the dance hall in a large mob of testosterone. I took a deep breath and our door walked in. Immediately the guys stopped talking and engulfed our dorm with conversation. Though i remained on the outskirts, i don't like huge group conversation. I hopped up on a counter off to the side of the mob. As usual our dance instructors were "late". Every year they have a big dance number to show everyone what we are all capable of, or so they say. In a corner a few feet from me, Miss Jewlia was flirting it up with a strapping male consular. Come to think of it. My whole dorm was flirting up a storm with the brother dorm. Finally i managed to get the anti-crush flu shot. But what i wondered most now was what dorks i was gonna get saddled with for dancing.

"Hey cherry." Speaking of dorks here was the king of them. Give it up for Elliot.

I huffed. I was still a bit sore about him throwing me in the ocean.

"What?!"

I crossed my arms and looked away, holding back my grin.

"You're not still mad about yesterday? Come on where's your sense of adventure?" He nudged me.

"It got washed away in the ocean." Must not have kept a straight face because we both busted up laughing. I can't ever stay mad at him."another year of this mess eh?"

"Yep, what do you think bowa or glitter suit?" he leaned back on the counter with a smug look on his face.

"I say both and they do another Cher song." I put out my hand to seal the wager.

"The usual swagger?" he smirked.

"Or course." we shook hands. The lights got lower and the disco ball cluncked from the ceiling. I hopped off my counter and pushed my way through the crowd to see what the dance staff had this time. Now for a normal person seeing a guy is a purple glitter suit and a matching fedora would shock them right out of the room.

"Pretty low key from past years huh?" I heard from above and behind me.

I looked straight up to see Eliot looking down on me. "You're too tall."

"No, your just short." He smiled. We looked back at the dance floor again. "This is not a Cher song." he laughed.

I elbowed him in the gut and smiled deviously.

"Sharp. But i still win." I could feel his smiling face staring at me.

"Ugh," i Groaned. "What do i have to do?"

He laughed maniacally.

After that we went through dance class. As i expected every time i named i danced with. After the next few activities we sat down to lunch. Though i was still anxious to what Elliott was going to have me do. I sat down with my plate full of mostly curly fries and salad. I tapped my finger on the table waiting for the gang to get there food. Then when i looked up i saw Elliot sitting right across from me.