“So he ditched you?” Eliza sat in a chair outside my dressingroom. I was now trying on an ugly green dress that she had picked out.
“He injured himself” I replied, my hands searching for the zipper.
“Whatever, so, what’cha going to do? You don’t have a dance partner.”
“I don’t know,” I sighed. I opened the door and let her go over me with her big green eyes. She made a face. Without saying a word I slipped back in to try on another. This would be my ninth.
“Well. . .What about Travis?” Liz called, I heard an uneasiness in her voice. She knew she was entering dangerous territory.
“Travis,” I repeated to myself. I had first met him during dance class.”Um. . .”
“Unless you wanted to go with Joe,” She joked. I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn’t see me.
“He called me this morning,”
“Stalker,” Liz whispered.” What did he want?”
“He wanted to have breakfast with me, I told him I was busy and hung up,”
Liz laughed. I zipped up a pretty red dress and walked out. But suddenly stopped dead.