Stop Hiding

Chapter 7

Hey all. Sorry, it's been about half a year, and I finally worked up the strength to finish writing chapter 7. I'm extremely extremely sorry for the wait, and I can't believe I didn't publish in so long. Hope you enjoy this chapter! I will go back to updating regularly, so enjoy!

            As I stepped into the dance, my eyes flew past the groups of crazy people, and onto Jake. Of course he would be there, looking as cool as ever. I made sure to avoid making eye contact with him as I mingled into the group. All I had to do know was find out more information about my new friend, while staying out of his sight. If only I remembered to change my appearance this time. When I was hurrying to get ready, the encounter with Jake as Trissa slipped my mind. I really hope he doesn't see me, or else my disguise wouldn't be the only thing broken.

            Jake didn't seem to see me through the crowd, thankfully, so I continued to dance. Even though the people around me were a bit, what do you say, out of it?, the party was still a bit fun. I would never admit that to mom though. She would make me go to a million of the fancy spy dances. Yuck.

            I continued to rock out my dance moves, although I tried to keep them under control. Once when I was in 7th grade, I may have been a bit too happy at the school dance. What? I didn't know that doing the worm next to people's feet was weird. Okay, so maybe I did... Well, at least I wasn't dancing crazily now.

            I quickly shook out of my thoughts as a few astray dancers knocked into me. Let me rephrase that. A bunch of dancers slammed into me. There we go. I tried to keep my balance, but since I was in the middle of a one-footed hop move, I tripped, and fell on the hard black dance floor. Jerks.

            Standing up quickly before I was stepped on, I moved toward the stairs of the humongous house. There were only a bit of people that were chilling there, so it would be a good place to relax. Those dance moves took a ton of energy away from me. I know, I know, I'm a spy, so I should have amazing endurance and all that. I do. I train really hard too...like 10 minutes a day.

            Okay, I might not have the best endurance, but I tried.

            I sighed loudly, seeing how weak I was. Let's see. I couldn't beat Jake at the last party, I tripped just from being bumped into, and I couldn't even defend myself when Lil' Puff had a sugar rush. What a sad life.

            I heard a weird crunch sound, and I was yet again bumped into. What the heck, people! Turning around to see who just ruined my night, I came face to face with Jake. What did I do to deserve this?

            "Watch where you're going, punk," he said before stomping away, thankfully not recognizing me.

            I sighed in relief, mumbled a quick—and reluctant—sorry, and scurried into the mob of crazed dancers again.

            Maybe Jake was a bit "out of it" too. He probably had too much fruit punch with alcohol. Deciding to stop the constant flow of people bumping into me, I started to walk around. I saw a few familiar faces, the people that went to my school, but the most were unrecognizable. I think it was because they had put on a lot of make-up but not enough clothes. Can I say, disturbing?

            My mouth felt a bit dry, after dancing so hard, so I headed to the bar table, also known commonly as the table with weird kids. I knew that the drinks were probably contaminated at this point, but my tongue was really thirsty. Like hiking in the desert for two days, thirsty. I found a strawberry lemonade looking drink, and decided to try my luck with it. Picking up a cup, I sipped the obviously alcohol filled liquid and felt a bit of my dinner come up. I put down my cup, disgusted, and stepped away from the kitchen. That was way worse than I had imagined. At least my throat wasn't that dry anymore.