The Band Boy

The Dance

After the agonizing kicking and bitching about the rain, Amy finally shut the fuck up once we got to the dance. l never thought l'd say it, but thank god we finally got to school. I probably would'e kicked her ass with a cactus. 

Mikey dragged me into the gym, which had streamers littered across the room, hanging off the ceiling, and balloons crawling up walls. There were fairy lights hanging around and music playing over speakers. Even though this was the shittiest dance of all time, kids were all dancing in the middle of the gym, and guys making the cliche 'I'll go get some punch' move. 

Frank was waiting for me by the entrance, and wrapped his arm around mine. Amy had dragged Mikey off into her corner of rape somewhere, and Frank and l leaned against the wall, awkwardly stepping to the music. 

I hate dances. Shitty music. Shitty rules of distances. Shitty people. Shitty gym. But l had to do this for Mikey; he would've done it for me.

I spotted Amy dancing close to Mikey, who was awkwardly moving his feet, but her attention was on some other guy. As soon as she noticed me, a smirk crept onto her face as she turned to Mikey. She was just talking to him and he looked hurt in some way. She also tried to kiss him, but he managed to dodge that by looking at the punch.

"I'm going to talk to Mikey for a sec." I excused myself from Frank, who followed me anyways. Though, l didn't mind.

I let Frank distract Amy when l met up with Mikey at the table where he was staring blankly at the punch - as if it were a magic ball in which he could find out secrets.

"Hey. How's slutcity going on?" I sighed, pouring myself some of the probably alcoholic drink.

"Why do you have to be such a bitch?" He snapped.

"Who shit in your bitchflakes this morning?"

"Well, you're always such a bitch to Amy. And you can be really annoying without noticing it! Just leave me the fuck alone." He yelled. 

I was not expecting that. I felt tears dwelling at the corners of my eyes, and l slammed the cup down and walked away.

l thought Mikey was supposed to be my friend. My best friend. 

I found Frank and he pestered me with questions which l didn't care to answer.

"Raine! What happened back there?!" Frank let go of my hand and stood in place until l answered him.

"Nothing important."

"Why can't you just tell me?"

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHY MIKEY'S SUDDENLY BEING A FUCKING DICK!!" I snapped, the tears falling from my eyes. 

Frank wrapped his arms around my shoulders, letting me cry in his.

"Shh...it's ok. Do you want me to go talk to him?" He whispered to me, rocking me back and forth.

"No, l just want to forget about him. Let's just go home, we don't need to be here anymore."

"C'mon, we can still have fun here, even without him. See, we can kind of dance." He laughed, awkwardly shuffling his feet around to the timing of the music, somewhat.

I chuckled and step off time. I can't dance. Never will.

"See? We're having fun!" He swing my hands side to side.

"God, Frank, you're so lame."

Just when l felt better, a certain slut came over.

"I need to talk to you." She slapped her hand against the wall, next to my head. "Get the hell out of here, punk." She sneered.