New story!
Summary:
As weird as it may seem, my high school thought there was no better opportunity than our school dance to host a Mickey Mouse theme. Without any control over who we get partnered with for the dance it's easy to say it'll be a night that I, Charlotte Roussel, will never expect. And as my name is called out I hold my breath as an air of expectancy hovers above my head. "Matthew Taylor"I still hold my breath as his name registers into my head. The Matthew Taylor? The school bad boy! I turn to look at him and realise he's already smirking at me. And then I turn to my friend, who's sending me daggers. Suddenly the dance doesn't seem too appetising...
Update: The weekend.
