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had just asked; his question catching me off guard. No way! He didn’t just asked me that, did he? It had to be too good to be true…or my mind must’ve been playing tricks on me. Just to be sure though, I asked him, “Excuse me?”
He frowned at my reply. “Don’t you want to, Jade?”
“Want to what?” I breathed weakly. I had to hear him ask me again or else I would believe that he hadn’t asked at all.
“Be my date for the dance,” Trace replied.
I tried to organize all of the jumbled emotions I felt at that moment: joy, doubt, anger, worry. Gazing up shyly into his blue eyes, I suppressed the desire to wrap my arms around his waist. I kept my smile tucked away as I replied, “You want to go with me? To the winter formal?”
My response sounded skeptical, but I couldn’t help it. This was all so confusing. I mean, we just had a huge fight…had he already forgotten it? I honestly thought he wouldn’t want to speak to me after our scene the other day. But now he was asking me to the formal! Why on Earth would he want to take me to a dance where all of his friends will see us together? He was the popular one, not me. It would be social suicide to show up at that dance with me on his arm. Didn’t he know that?
“Is something wrong?” He asked me warily, looking rather pale.
When I glanced back at him, I realized that he seemed sort of scared. Was he afraid that I was going to turn him down? Just knowing that I had that kind of power brought a rush of satisfaction over me, but I knew that I wouldn’t do it. I had to be crazy---psychotic even---to refuse him. Trace was the guy of my dreams, the only one I wanted. If I didn’t say yes now, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I just couldn’t pass something like this up. I don’t use clichés lightly…but this was a chance of a lifetime.
“Yes, I’ll go with you,” I murmured quickly, grinning up at him.
Trace’s frightened expression melted away into a smile. After turning slightly red, he replied, “Really?”
I nodded. “Of course! I would love to go with you to the dance, Trace.”
For a split second I thought he was going to do back flips because of the silly look on his face, but he promptly regained his composure. Flashing me a relaxed grin, he muttered, “Awesome.”
I tried my best to hide my happiness as we both stared awkwardly at each other, neither of us saying a word. A few seconds passed by and we still said nothing, just locked eyes as if they were saying everything our mouths couldn’t. I was the first to look away, glancing in the direction of my classroom door, hoping to be distracted by something. I didn’t want to seem like a foolish girl with a crush. This was Trace, not just any guy. I had to be careful, cool, and confident…but when I gazed back at his charming face, I realized it was hopeless. I would never be able to act chill around him.
“I should get back to class, Trace,” I told him softly, glancing at the time on my watch. We’d been talking for almost half an hour!
“Right, me too,” he replied, sending me another grin. “Well, I’ll call you later…okay?”
I sent him a smile back. Before thinking over what he said I walked towards my classroom door, but I froze when I realized I hadn’t given him my number. He had already started moving down the hall when I called out, “Trace, wait! You don’t have my number.”
Trace stopped walking and twisted his head. “What do you mean? I never forgot it,” he informed me with a smile.
It was my turn to blush. Smiling wide as I watched him walk away from me in reverse, I rolled my eyes when he was halfway down the hall still facing me. He waved at me and I waved back before hurrying towards Mr.
He frowned at my reply. “Don’t you want to, Jade?”
“Want to what?” I breathed weakly. I had to hear him ask me again or else I would believe that he hadn’t asked at all.
“Be my date for the dance,” Trace replied.
I tried to organize all of the jumbled emotions I felt at that moment: joy, doubt, anger, worry. Gazing up shyly into his blue eyes, I suppressed the desire to wrap my arms around his waist. I kept my smile tucked away as I replied, “You want to go with me? To the winter formal?”
My response sounded skeptical, but I couldn’t help it. This was all so confusing. I mean, we just had a huge fight…had he already forgotten it? I honestly thought he wouldn’t want to speak to me after our scene the other day. But now he was asking me to the formal! Why on Earth would he want to take me to a dance where all of his friends will see us together? He was the popular one, not me. It would be social suicide to show up at that dance with me on his arm. Didn’t he know that?
“Is something wrong?” He asked me warily, looking rather pale.
When I glanced back at him, I realized that he seemed sort of scared. Was he afraid that I was going to turn him down? Just knowing that I had that kind of power brought a rush of satisfaction over me, but I knew that I wouldn’t do it. I had to be crazy---psychotic even---to refuse him. Trace was the guy of my dreams, the only one I wanted. If I didn’t say yes now, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I just couldn’t pass something like this up. I don’t use clichés lightly…but this was a chance of a lifetime.
“Yes, I’ll go with you,” I murmured quickly, grinning up at him.
Trace’s frightened expression melted away into a smile. After turning slightly red, he replied, “Really?”
I nodded. “Of course! I would love to go with you to the dance, Trace.”
For a split second I thought he was going to do back flips because of the silly look on his face, but he promptly regained his composure. Flashing me a relaxed grin, he muttered, “Awesome.”
I tried my best to hide my happiness as we both stared awkwardly at each other, neither of us saying a word. A few seconds passed by and we still said nothing, just locked eyes as if they were saying everything our mouths couldn’t. I was the first to look away, glancing in the direction of my classroom door, hoping to be distracted by something. I didn’t want to seem like a foolish girl with a crush. This was Trace, not just any guy. I had to be careful, cool, and confident…but when I gazed back at his charming face, I realized it was hopeless. I would never be able to act chill around him.
“I should get back to class, Trace,” I told him softly, glancing at the time on my watch. We’d been talking for almost half an hour!
“Right, me too,” he replied, sending me another grin. “Well, I’ll call you later…okay?”
I sent him a smile back. Before thinking over what he said I walked towards my classroom door, but I froze when I realized I hadn’t given him my number. He had already started moving down the hall when I called out, “Trace, wait! You don’t have my number.”
Trace stopped walking and twisted his head. “What do you mean? I never forgot it,” he informed me with a smile.
It was my turn to blush. Smiling wide as I watched him walk away from me in reverse, I rolled my eyes when he was halfway down the hall still facing me. He waved at me and I waved back before hurrying towards Mr.
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