Why Me?

Chapter 23

This chapter is also dedicated to noobok!  For three reasons: 1) She's still helping write about half the story, 2) She's an awesome person and 3) I'm extremely bored, on writer's block, and have nothing else to do.  And to all my readers, thanks for sticking around with the story so far!  Sorry if you think it's getting kinda slow or boring, there is definitely some action coming up in this chapter...:)

Drew:

            We pulled into the parking lot of the school.  Noor had been commenting on how “amazing” and “pretty” traffic lights were.  I was eager for her to get over her sugar rush, but like she said, I knew that they lasted quite a while.  I hoped it wore away by the end of the dance.  I got out of the car and went to open the door for her.  She got out and smiled at me.

            “Thanks,” she said shyly.  Relieved that she was finally calm, I took her hand and led her to the front doors.  I opened the doors to see a room half full of people, blinking lights and loud music.  Our school was known as the only school in the area which didn’t have cheap dances, like the rest.  Noor walked inside, looking around her in shock.  “Whoa...I’ve only seen these in movies,” she said, pointing up at the disco balls hanging above us.  I smiled at her as she turned around in circles in awe at the scene around her.  Just then another song started and Noor jumped out of her skin, then grabbed my hands again excitedly, shaking them around.

            “OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!!!” she screamed along with almost every teenage girl around us.  I rolled my eyes.

            “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath.  There was no hope of anyone hearing me, though, with the blaring music and people starting to sing around us.  Noor joined in.

            “YOU’RE INSECURE, DON’T KNOW WHAT FOR,” she practically screamed.  I figured that she was still on her sugar rush.  I at least appreciated that she was still holding my hands as she danced around like a maniac.  I tried to just stand there and stay calm, but I decided to join in too.  It’s not like anyone would notice or care.  I saw a group of my friends in the corner imitating one girl, and annoying the heck out of her at the same time.  I laughed at how immature they could be sometimes.

            “THAT’S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!”  As the song came to a close, Noor belted out the last line, then finally stopped, hopping for a final time on the last beat.  I shook my head at her, and she just smiled at me like she hadn’t just completely gone crazy.

            “Don’t you just love One Direction?” she asked almost dreamily, staring off in the distance.

            “Umm, sure, why not,” I said, a smile plastered on my face.  I honestly thought they were just famous for their looks, but I could be wrong.  I told myself I would try to like them, if anything, to get closer to Noor.

            “Drew,” someone called, drawing my attention from Noor.  I turned around to see one of my friends and his date standing there.  “Hey, man! What’s up?”  His date looked over Noor, like most girls did to eachother, then turned up her nose.  She was wearing a dress, just like most of the other girls in the room.  Noor was the only exception.

            “Nothing, just talking to her,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

            “Just talking, huh?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and smirking.

            “Yeah, just talking,” I repeated, winking, even though we really had been just talking.

            “Well, I’ve been just talking as well with Rosalie here...honey, what are you doing?!”  I turned to see his girlfriend, Rosalie, with her palm held up as if she was about to slap Noor.