I had successfully made enemies with the bartender by turning down seven of his drinks in my bid to find something non-alcoholic. Thankfully the eighth drink met my standards.
" For someone who doesn't take alcohol, this is the wrong kind of party to be in "
I turned to my side and met the eyes of a smiling girl.
" I know, but I'm actually here for a friend"
" Oh, ok "
" I don't think we've met before, what school do you attend? "
" K. C. A "
" Really? I go there too, how come I've never seen you around "
" I'm not that popular "
" Neither are my "
She smiled " I'm Claire "
" Nice to meet you, and I'm Jason "
" Nice to meet you too "
I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I remained quiet.
" Want to dance? " Claire asked after a while.
" I'm not really the dancing type "
" I know, it's pretty obvious, I just didn't want to judge a book by it's cover but I guess in this case, the content of the book is not too different from it's cover "
My eyes widened ' it's obvious ',
Really?
I am a great dancer!!
" Actually, I would love to dance " I blurted out.
" Really?! "
" Yes! "
" That's nice but I'm beginning to rethink my offer, I mean, I would hate to see you embarrass yourself in the presence of all these people just to prove me wrong "
I smiled a little " I think it would be worth it "
Claire smiled " Alright, let's dance "
She dragged me to the dance floor within seconds and joined in the dancing.
" I don't see any moves!! " She yelled
I laughed " You really want to see some moves?!! "
" Actually, I want to see many!! "
I was about to join in the dancing when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, Tyler was calling.
I muted it and returned it to my pocket.
Tyler was not going to ruin the fun I was surprisingly having.
*~* ~* ~
Claire and I danced two more songs before returning to the bar to grab some water.
" This place is really stuffy " Claire commented
" Yeah, let's go outside for some fresh air "
As soon as we walked out of the building my nostrils welcomed the pure oxygen and cool fresh air grazed my skin.
" This is nice " I said unconsciously
" What? "
" Um?! " I had almost forgotten I was with someone.
" What's nice? "
" Oh! the breeze, it's really... nice "
" Oh. Yeah "
YOU ARE READING
K. C. A
Teen FictionThree eleventh grade students who have spent a larger part of their high school days on the receiving end of it's challenges, are faced with two options, to leave high school with a terrible reputation or to transform everything before final year.
