Jack cleared his throat, wiped his palms on his jeans, too a deep breath . He had never felt so nervous in his life. The butterflies in his stomach were having a party- and a pretty wild one at that- he was so nervous he could be sick. Jack cleared his throat, wiped h is palms on his jeans and took another deep breath. Now or never.
"Hi. Carter. Hey." Jack stuttered. The pretty blonde turned to face him. She had previously been laughing with her friends but now looked as though she was steeling herself for battle.
"What do you want?" she said, folding her arms.
"I…err…I…" he cleared his throat again "I…"
"Spit it out, will you?"
"I…err…was…wondering…" he cleared his throat "if…err…maybe you wanted to go to the dance on Friday" he said, rushing the last bit and looking at his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"What?" she said, almost laughing again, but, realising that he was serious, she said "no way! God, I can't believe you! Do you honestly think that I would want to go near you with a 10 foot pole?" she yelled, attracting the few passers by who weren't watching yet. She stormed off, and after a couple moments her shell shocked friends followed her.
Jack stood there in disbelief. He couldn't believe it. She rejected him. Why?
"Alright people, the shows over. Why don't you get out of here?" Jacks friend Charlie said, appearing out of the crowd, followed by his other friend Teal'c. Nobody moved.
"MOVE!" Teal'c yelled. Slowly the crowd dispersed.