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football team. She had her hair in a
ponytail and, as usual, her white jeans looked as if they were
painted onto her body. Her pink boob tube was filled with an
expanse of breast that was jiggling towards exposure. She didn’t
seem to care that Dan was getting an eyeful and neither did he. He
had an absorbed stare; worrying that if he moved his eyes for a
second he would miss the glorious moment when those breasts would
be revealed. She looked my way and snubbed me. I made a silent wish
that her boob tube would slide down to her knees showing her
nakedness to the world, or that Dan’s coke would drop from his hand
and spill all over her jeans.
    Then I saw that Ben was
looking in my direction, so I ducked and headed onto the dance
floor. He would never see me there, hiding in the mist from the fog
machine, but I could feel his eyes on me, reeling me in, begging me
to yell, “Here I am, I’m over here.” Quelling the urge, I began to
dance and for the next three minutes, Ben James was driven from my
mind as Jo and I, my cousin from the Corpus Christi School, jumped
around like lunatics.
    “ That was awesome,” Jo
puffed, as she adjusted her overalls when the song
finished.
    “ Yeah. Again?”
    Jo nodded and as we waited
for the next song, we scanned the crowd to see who had paired off
with whom. It was dark and Ben was nowhere in sight. My heart sank
a little but I don’t know if it was from sadness or
relief.
    “ Hey, did you see Lucy
Robert’s top? If that thing creeps any lower she could wear it as a
mini skirt.”
    Swinging back to Jo, I gave
a smile.
    “ It’s really only big
enough for a headband,” I added.
    “ Or a hanky.”
    I laughed. It felt good. I
hadn’t done a great deal of it lately.
    It was then that I saw Ben
shouldering his way through the crowd. What was he doing? Surely,
he wasn’t coming to ask me to dance. Not after what he’d
done.  Now I was cross.
    Ben’s indigo eyes shone as
he stopped in front of me. His smile was friendly. I could feel my
heart flutter, in complete contradiction to every thought I had had
about him recently. It wasn’t fair.
    “ Hi Bella, um… you wanna
have a dance?”
    Well, of course I would you
moron, I thought. But it didn’t mean I was going to. I wasn’t that
tragic. Not yet. I squared my shoulders at him.
    “ Why? Can’t you find Lucy?
She’s just over there.” I pointed through the crowd.
    “ I don’t want to dance with
her.”
    “ Oh. So, it’s dance with
me…. sleep with her. At least you have all your bases
covered.”
    I folded my arms and stood
my ground. Maybe he’d get on his knees and beg.
    “ Please?”
    As if directed by some inner
force my head nodded. I was so annoyed with myself. Why had I given
in?
    “ Catch you later, Jo.” I
said, but she didn’t reply, she was too busy checking Ben
out.
    I waved my palm in front of
her face.
    “ Oh yeah, right, see you
later,” she said, wandering off into the crowd. I could understand
it. He had that effect on me too.
    The music started. We began
to dance. Ben kept the beat well and his arms weren’t flapping all
over the place like some boys. He was quite a good dancer. The mass
of people on the dance floor made it difficult so he moved closer,
brushing his hands against mine. I ignored him. There would have to
be some major sucking up if he thought I would forgive and
forget.
    As we continued to move, I
looked up into his eyes. The hint of grey was still there,
surrounded by the deepest blue and shaded by his thick black
lashes. His eyes were beautiful. I leant towards him; the fresh
scent of him wafted around us, seducing me.
    “ Why’d you want to dance
with me? Do you feel sorry for me or something? ‘Cause you clearly
don’t care about me,”
    Ben pressed his lips
together. “You know I like you but…”
    “ But what? Come on. But
what?”
    He shrugged, obviously
struggling with what he wanted to say. I couldn’t believe it. Where
was the smart Ben? The confident guy