“Alright.” I get up slowly and adjust my dress. Marnie scurries off, probably to find someone else to dance with now that her good deed of the day is done.
I squint across the room. I really should have just worm my glasses but my pride got in the way. And my crappy state provided insurance didn’t give me the option of those fancy things they like to call contacts.
“You wanted to dance with me?” I ask nervously as I tap his shoulder.
“And you are…?” I can’t decide weather I want to puke all over him or myself. It’s not Jeremy. It’s Eric, the arrogant one from Houston.
“I’m Kelly, I’m sorry, I just…”
“Well, whatever, we can dance.” He says, nonchalantly whisking me to the dance floor.
I’m so angry. Angry because Eric pretends to have never seen me when he has met me several times. Angry because he isn’t even looking at me or saying a word while we awkwardly dance. And angry because I see Jeremy clear as day shaking his head and taking a seat.