One Last Dance

One Last Dance (Chapter 38)

LAURA's POV:

"We're here," the driver said as he parked in the drop-off lane.

Ross opened the limo door for me and let me out, quickly following after me.

"I know I already said this before, but you really didn't need to rent one of these babies for me. It's not like this is my first prom."

"Mine either," he said. "But it is my last."

I nodded. "But for me?"

He shrugged. "I have money. I'm gonna use it."

I snickered. "You're so humble."

He took my hand.

"Let's go in," he said walking towards the school, sounding nervous as if we were five hours late.

I giggled as I glanced at his watch that read 8:30. "What's the rush? It's not like we had to be here right at seven."

"True," he said. "But I told a few people I'd be arriving earlier than this."

"So?"

He looked at me. "So.... they're going to have to deal with it."

I smiled. "And everything will be alright. It's not like you told paparazzi you were gonna be here earlier."

He didn't say anything.

My eyebrows crinkled. "Did you?"

"No!"

I sighed of relief. "Thank God. They'd never leave us alone."

We were both escorted into the school by these two nice young men I swear I both had in my fourth block class this year.

They showed us to the gym even though I obviously knew where it was, having worked here for a few years.

Walking through the door to the gym, my arm flew around Ross' in an attempt of feeling secure in his presence.

"This brings back so many memories," I said hesitantly.

He shrugged. "Yeah, kind of."

He looked around as if searching for someone.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, kinda."

He glanced at the clock.

Smirking, I asked, "Ross, do have popcorn stuck up your ass?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"That's what I thought. Ross, you seem so distracted tonight."

He nodded. "Yeah, kinda."

"Yep, that's what I'm talking about."

"Huh," he perked up suddenly. "What'd you say?"

I shook my head. "Never mind."

Ross looked over at the snack table and quickly walked me there.

"Stay here," Ross said. "Munch on some food. There are some things I have to take care of."

"But we just got here," I said. "Can't we dance a little first?"

He twirled me around and sat me down on a chair beside the punch bowl.

"There," he said hurriedly. "We danced. See you later. Bye."

He ran off towards the DJ and once the dizziness of the twirl settled, I took a look around.

Everyone was jumbled around in groups of different cliques. But there wasn't any tension. There wasn't any back-talking or back-stabbing. Everyone had a group and everyone was happy in their group.