I Drew You Once in Art Class

One Hundred! (wow)

The song ended and was replaced by a slower, flowing melody.

Everyone started pairing up.

Oh. My God.

No.

This was what he'd been worried about! Shouldn't slow dances be outdated by now? Shouldn't those be a thing of the past?

Apparently not, because right now, Hayley was putting her hands on Frank's shoulders.

No! Did he really have to do the whole hands-on-the-waist thing?

1: How cliche can you possibly get?

2: That's his friend. It feels weird to put his hands there.

3: Shouldn't it not feel weird?

4: Shut up, Frank's head, and just put your damn hands where they're supposed to be already.

He did as he was told.

They moved back and forth a little, and Frank couldn't help but get déjà vu.

Don't think about Gerard. Don't do it.

Fuck! Now Hayley was leaning on his shoulder.

This felt wrong, all wrong. Maybe he liked her a little, but this was way overwhelming. Especially with Gerard right there.

"I have to tell you something."

Shit.

"Yeah?"

"I like you. I have since, like, the beginning of the year."

Oh, God.

Oh no.

Realizing you have a tiny crush on someone and two hours later they confess they've liked you for months?

Frank didn't even know what to do.

"I, um-"

His eyes glanced over to the bleachers, where Bert was walking away, and Gerard was saying something to him, sort of defensive looking. Bert left the gym, leaving Gerard by himself.

He made eye contact with Frank.

"Hayley, I, um-"

"I know," she said, her voice small. "I know you like him. You don't have to say anything."

She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked over at Gerard. She squeezed his hands once more and then released him from her own.

"Go talk to him. I know you two keep looking at each other."

"But what about you?"

"I said what I needed to, I guess. The night was fun, just like we said it would be. I'm good. Go talk to him."

Frank didn't really know what to say.

He knew Hayley could see the apologies in his eyes, so he decided on saying nothing at all and giving her a small nod before turning to run toward the bleachers.