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F L A S H B A C K

Evelyn held hands with Steven in the back of the room. Steven was talking to her- but her eyes burned into Lindsay's head.

Or, Chris' date.

They were at a a dance- months after starting their first year of high school. Chris spun Lindsay around and she laughed. Evelyn grimaced and felt stupid.

Why did she dislike Lindsay so much? She did nothing to her.

Later on- the whole gang was near the punch bowl, taking a breather.

"God this is so fun!" Ramona exclaimed. "Let's just say high school is way better than middle school. Even if we are just a bunch of freshman."

The whole group agreed. Suddenly a slow song played just as Lindsay went to talk to friends and Steven went to the bathroom.

"Ooh let's dance!" Rueben spun Dana away.

Rio did the same to Ramona and Augie chivalrously asked for Lily's hand.

That left Chris and an angry Evelyn.

They both stood there awkwardly for a second. Chris so clearly still had heavy feelings for Evie. But she wasn't responding at all in the way a normal girl would. So he tried his best to move on- and asked someone else to the dance instead of her.

Evelyn had no clue as to why she was angry with Chris. But she knew she'd like for this song to end and for her to go home.

"Wanna dance?" She heard him say.

At first she didn't register what he said. So she stared at his extended hand with a dazed look. All anger fading and confusion taking its place.

He smiled a little and took her hand without a response from her. Playfully spinning her around before beginning to fall into a rhythm.

It was one of the corny, awkward but cute high school slow dances. Where his hands were awkwardly placed on her waist and her hands were gingerly laid atop his shoulders.

Their feet moved very slowly, side to side. As the music played it seemed the dollar store streamers and attentive chaperones dissolved into nothing.

There was no throat drying punch, no flashy dresses, no blinding lights. Just Chris and Evie.

Dancing together for the first time.

No insults or anger between them. This was a pure and light atmosphere. So Chris took the chance.

"I wanted to ask you to the dance. But I won't be that guy." He'd never tear a girl away from another dude. No matter how much he liked the girl or how much he disliked the guy. That would never be him.

"Well...I wanted you to ask me to the dance." She slowly admitted, moving her eyes to her long blue spaghetti strap dress.

He fought a smile. And hid his happiness. "And Steven?"

She looked back up. His eyes the same color as her dress. And the sky. They were strikingly beautiful, just like him. She's always noticed that. "Not you."