Living Closeted

Ball

I don't know how you do it in your countries but where I live in, high schools organize for their freshmen a welcoming ball, generally in a club. It's all fancy and in most cases, there's a celebrity singing.

Was I excited about this event? Possibly. And that is mainly because I love dancing and also I love tequila and vodka shots. What can I say I have my priorities set straight. But I don't yet love to get all dressed up in a shirt. I hate shirts. Whenever I have to wear one, and when I look in the mirror, I always end up thinking I look so fucking weird. I feel like it never fits the way I want.

But the ball wasn't gonna be for at least a month. You see, it is set somewhere in late November or early December so that presumably we have time to make friends. BUT I HAVE CRIPPLING ANXIETY HOW CAN I MAKE FRIENDS???
Well now it's October and my ball is in the last week of November at one of the fanciest clubs in the city. We're supposed to buy tickets this week (2nd of October).
What the hell I'm buying one. And I did...

Weeks passed by and I started to love what I was studying... The nerd inside of me was happy but the queer guy was sobbing in the corner of some dungeon of my heart where I try to keep him from coming out and destroy whatever friendships I have.

One significant episode happened in the last week of October. We were in the French class again and you have to understand that Mrs Darlene Lambert was having a pretty creative episode at 50 yrs of age. She thought it was time for the first major project. We were to prepare presentations on different topics at her choice. She chose the pairs or rather faith chose the pairs because she decided the order we were listed in the register is the most impartial way to split us. Now the register orders us taken into account the First Names. Naturally Aiden pairs with Adrian. I swear if this isn't a sign from the universe making a statement of how much it despises me I don't know what is. On top of it, the topic was about some French musician called Edith Piaf. It wasn't that I didn't have a vague idea of who she was but the bland topic it is. And to add some sprinkles to the cake Adrian doesn't seem that kind of guy who does his part.

I'd end up preparing the presentation alone because I wanted a top grade.

The presentation was due in 2 weeks. Trusting my math capabilities this would be 2 weeks short of the ball if nothing comes up and the date of the project gets postponed.
It did get postponed for the next week. This meant that in the eyes of Mrs Darlene that means we had almost a month to prepare and the presentation ought to shine brighter than the Sun.
And it did because of me. But the amount of stress that preparing it caused to me was so exhausting that I felt like I wouldn't get my battery charged back in time for the ball which was next week on Monday( 3 days from now)
I still don't have a shirt.
DID I FORGOT TO MENTION HE DIDN'T THANK ME AT ALL. HE JUST POINTED OUT THAT I HAVE A RECEDING HAIRLINE!!

I finally managed to acquire a shirt. It fit... in a way to please my mom which I trust in with fashion decisions. That was about enough for me.
Next day we had a day off from school, instinctively I slept as much as I could... You know battery charged and all.

Off I went to the ball looking as well as I could've. Being more uncomfortable than ever. I took a cab to the destination. Now I told you about Emma. So we met up and so did my party start. Remember I told you how much of an amazing person she is?
SHE'S A FREAKING QUEEN!! SHE LOOKED DASHING!! SHE COULD'VE MAKE ANY GUY THERE FALL IN LOVE WITH HER!! AND THE MOVES!! THE MOVES!!
Besides this, it turns out she could also hold her alcohol. We dunked shot of tequila after another. At some point were we both got a little tipsy we ran into Adrian who she began to taunt because he would not leave me alone. She'd tell him to go stick it somewhere. Or that he'd better leave me alone or confess his undying love for me, cause in her eyes he was acting like a cat in heat.
Coming back to the party apparently we were now dancing the 3 of us. But as consistently annoying as he is Adrian wasn't alone. He was closely followed by his group made out of Caleb Brown. Adrian's second man in mischiefs. Or to put it in a nutshell about as much as a pain in the ass as Adrian. I didn't mind him that much because I could tell he isn't taunting me because he's got an issue with me but because he likes making jokes.
But there was another person with them. A girl. She was tall, light brown hair, brown eyes and she also got amazing looks.
We'd all become best friends the 3 of us ( Me, Emma and her)
Her name is Aya( short for Ayala ). And she was hanging with them only because they were friends from before. But in fact, she was a very kindred spirit. She couldn't hurt a fly. She has a weakness for kids with disabilities, and besides Emma, she was the only one that had some power over Adrian when he'd seriously step out of line with some of his mockery towards me and others.
He did like to torment me, I was definitely his favourite. But he'd also pick constantly on this girl Bonnie Hilton. Bonnie was my feminine twin but a little bit more nerdy in a bad way. But also in contrast with me, she never snapped back at any of Adrian's affronts.
There were we dancing in the club. Adrian eyeing my every move waiting to make fun of me. Emma flanking him and putting me in the best light.
WHEN I GET DRUNK I HAVE MORE THAN HALF THE MOVES EMMA DOES.