The day of the Spring dance, or any dance for that matter, was always dreadful. Alison and I always got asked out as a joke. Right now, I was getting pumelled.
"So, how would you--" were the first words out of some guy's mouth when I bumped into him in the hallway.
"No," I said quickly. "Not gonna happen."
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
I cleared my throat and put on a fake male voice. "So Jayma, how would you like to go to the dance with me tonight? It'll be fun, I'll be there dancing with some other girl, hope you didn't think I was serious or anything." I officially stopped with the male voice; I was nearly ready to start coughing. "I've been there before."
Alison walked up behind me and told him to leave by means of flipping him off, just as I was about to do the same. She leaned against my locker and said, "That's happened to me about fifty times today. You'd think after five years, they'd stop asking." She rolled her eyes. "Go figure."
As we were walking down the hall toward math class, I saw a guy in the hallway, staring at me. I mean, actually at my face. Nice change of pace for somone who only got stared at by guys if they were staring at my chest.
Deciding he seemed nice enough, I waved. He turned around, seeming surprised that I'd be talking to him. After observing that no one else was looking my way, he smiled and waved back. Looks like I found someone who doesn't actually hate me. I smiled.
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