JACK'S POV:
It was my last show choir competition ever. As a senior, I could honestly say that show choir had changed my life for the better. Now that things were coming to an end, reality was starting to sink in. I had been talking to some of the other guys from the group when I noticed her.
I knew she wasn't from my school, due to the fact that her costume didn't match the girls from my school. She was gorgeous. Whatever school she was from had purple dresses with silver sequins and glitter. They had their hair curled in perfect ringlets and all wore silver heels. She was captivating and I felt the strong desire to go and talk to her. She turned around and noticed me staring. She looked at me for a couple of seconds before sending a shy smile and wave my way before turning back around.
"Dude, Gilinsky," my friend snapped me out of my staring trance.
"Yeah?" I asked, slightly dazed.
"We're going on now...you know, to like perform?"
I sighed. "Yeah, man, I got it."
I turned back to take one last glance at the girl but she had disappeared from her previous spot. I sighed once more before turning to get ready to walk out onto the stage. I went out there and performed my heart out, enjoying every minute while I could.
After the critique session, I changed into some sweats and a sweatshirt representing my show choir and began walking around. I was praying to see that girl again, but I was losing hope. She would have changed out of her dress by now, and I didn't even know what high school she went to. Plus, she could be one of those people who didn't leave her school's homeroom the whole day. God, I hoped she wasn't that girl.
I was in the cafeteria with a group of guy friends. They went to get a table to sit at while I went to go get something to eat and drink. I was reaching to grab a soda when someone bumped into me, causing the two of us to tumble to the ground.
"I'm so so sorry," I heard a voice say. "I wasn't watching where I was going, and gosh I'm such a klutz. I'm really sorry, let me pay for your drink, oh no, it didn't spill did it?"
I looked up and saw her. The girl I had been searching for was now standing in front me, rambling and a nervous wreck about knocking me over. I smiled.
"Hey, it's cool. It's not like I'm going to have much usage for this sweatshirt after today anyway."
She gave a half smile. "Last competition for you guys this year?"
I sighed. "Yeah, plus I'm a senior."
Her eyes widened. "S-s-senior. Shit, Y/N, you got yourself a one-way ticket to a whole varsity show choir hating you. I'm so sorry for bumping into you. I was on my phone and wasn't paying attention and-"
"Hey, honestly, it's totally fine," I reassured her. "I saw you earlier. You had just performed and you waved at me, remember?"
She gasped. "Oh yeah! Hi, I'm Y/N. And you're...?"
"Jack," I answered.
She nodded. "Cool."
"Tell you what. You let me pay for your stuff, and come sit with me, I'll forgive you for knocking you over," I told her, sending a wink her way.
"I can't let you pay for me," she said.
"Either that or your number," I smirked. "Or both if you're really sorry."
She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Lead the way to the table, Jack. And I guess you can pay for me."
I laughed and grabbed her bag of chips and water bottle and together we walked off to go and pay for the food.
