Short Stories/ Poems

Sitting in the Corner

    I watched as she danced and danced till she grew too tired to dance anymore.  I watched as she left the room to get a drink of water.  When she came back she danced some more, not pausing a second for a breath.  The smile on her face never fading,  her wild curly brown hair bouncing up and down as she jumped along to the sound of the music.
    I of course sat in the corner for most of the night.  A few other guys did as well.  They, like me, were either to scared or not interested in dancing.  I don't even think she took the time to notice I was there.  Why would she go out of her way to say 'hey' when she could be spending that time dancing like nobody was watching. 
    Roughly 50 people showed up to this dance, I mainly came for the slightest chance of seeing her again, talking to her again, maybe even dancing with her.  I knew she would be there for two reasons.  One, she never missed a dance if she couldn't help it.  Two, I asked her if she was.  It was silly of me to think she would ask me to dance for one of the slow songs, but when one person said she would, it gave me that hope she would, I held onto it and didn't let it go. 
    As the DJ said that the last song was coming up and it would be a slow one, I got up the courage to as her.  The song started and people were pairing off.  Some couples, some friends, and some who didn't even know each other but wanted to.  I spotted her long, curly, wild brown hair in the crowed, I reached my arm out to tap her shoulder, but was seconds too late.  He had already asked her.  Him, the man of her dreams, the man who can flash a smile in her direction and it'd get her heart pumping.  I notice her smile grow even wider as she said 'yes' to his offer to dance.  I turned around and walked back to the corner with the others who didn't get up the nerve to ask a girl to dance.
    I tried to keep my mind off of her but they waltz around the room towards my direction.  I couldn't take it anymore, I had to leave.  I walked out of the room and could feel the jealously over come me. 
    When the song slowly died out I made my way back into the room to find my brother who was my ride.  He was talking to his girlfriend and I knew we would never leave, they could talk for hours.
    After most people left and I'm certain she was one of them I saw her sweatshirt laying on a chair.  She must of forgotten it, I think to myself.  I pick it up and head out, I pulled out my phone about to text her.  Her sweatshirt could be my pity excuse to see her and talk to her in person. 
    As I walk out with my brother as I see her running back, frantic and cold.  She sees me with her sweatshirt and smiles.  She thanks me as I hand her sweatshirt back.  I nod and stay silent.  Why wasn't I saying anything? Now is my chance and I'm just looking at my feet. She asks me if something was wrong but I just tell it "no it's nothing" and she says "okay", says goodbye to me and my brother, then leaves. I mentally kick myself, angry for missing my chance.