Disco Town
Prologue:
I was dancing the night I should've been studying.
But school work was never my style...uni work? No one ever calls it that, but I need to clarify. I'm twenty-three. Yes I'm old. I even have five grey hairs. Thank God I was born blonde, or everyone else would notice.
Now the title of this story isn't some metaphor, it doesn't mean this will be a dancing story...even if I happen to be at a disco at this particular moment. No, this town is literally called Disco Town.
I have no idea why.
If you ask around, no one else will be able to tell you why. The rumour is that in the middle of the 70s some drunk hippie spray painted that over the town's official sign. It was never changed, in fact the town made it the official name a decade ago.
It was a unanimous vote.
This boosted the tourism, and now the only good nightclubs in town were discos.
Not that I'm complaining, but I'd love to go to a lesbian bar without a disco ball. I always have to leave town, just to get a change of scenery.
I mean, anyone who went to my town would find it hard to believe that anyone left the 70s. There were only three computers in the town. One in the mayor's office, the local library and my house.
No, I'm not very important, I just like the internet.
By the way, my name is Clarke Griffin, and the girl I'm currently eyeing across the room is Lexa North. She's hot, athletic, and God, she's the only reason I ever come to the disco. I mean, I hate discos, so you must understand how important this is.
She's beautiful, smart, tall. I'm sort of in love.
Oh, and she's walking this way.
I was casually leaning against a wall, but now I'm panicking. I mean, she's still walking, approaching...and she's walked right past me.
Yeah, she has no idea who I am.
I can't help but huff, as I rub the back of my neck. We share the same fucking class! I've known her since I was five, and not once have I said hi.
You want pathetic, well here I am, and that's as good as it gets.
This town has twenty thousand people, and I've said hi to most of them, but not Lexa North.
She's just too fucking perfect.
I know that she'd hate me. I'm too short. Fit, but not in the best of shape. My eyes are green, and my skin, far too fair. I should really be in the sun more.
I mean, I'm not a mess, but I'm far from perfect. Especially now that she just kept walking on.
Huh. I think I'm just going to head home.
I looked across the room, spotted the exit, and headed straight for that direction.
Little did I know that I was being watched by said Lexa North...and she was totally checking me out.