Everyone's laughing their ass off us -- on me, rather. This is so embarrassing; dancing an old song in front of your new classmates. I'm not gonna deny that I ain't good at dancing -- first, nobody taught me how to dance gracefully and lastly, I have been surrounded by discourageable people the reason why I don't have enough courage to dance. And contrary to how I described myself, I never thought that you could be as good as a pro dancer -- or maybe you are a dancer. You danced gracefully. Girls are giggling even though the song isn't that good to the ears. You put a flavor to the song. You can never be the second best, I guessed. I discerned that you could easily adopt to a new environment while I, myself, is always failing to do that. This was indeed a big change in my life. I was late on the first day. I felt something weird when you smiled at me. And then I danced. It was so unsual of me. I never danced. Just this once. And it was with you. Being chastised and punished by the professor and our classmates was the best embarrassment I would never forget about. I was with my jack.
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Paramour || LQ
FanfictionSome stories are written with pen. But her story was written in pain.
