A/N: So like I had this random idea while I was at work again. :V My ideas always come to me at inconvenient times. Anyway, highschool AU... not much else to say I guess. Oneshot! Whatevs. I haven't wrote in a while, I'm actually kinda rusty ahahaaa... Not betad so any mistakes are my own!
Your name is Dirk Strider and you have never been to Spring Fling. You're a sophomore in high school and you've just never seen interest in one all since middle school, except for this year. You just decided you'll go to see what it's like. Totally ironic purposes, because you are obviously too cool for this shit. It's casual this time around, and everyone is supposed to wear white, or something like that. You pull on a button-up shirt over your head (you stole this from your cooler older brother) and pop up the collar just a little bit. You put on grey jeans because you don't have anything besides white to wear on the top.
You step into the bathroom to touch up your hair a little and adjust your anime shades that never leave your face. You jump into a pair of white and orange high-tops and walk out the door.
You live within walking distance of your high school so it's no big deal walking. You have some money to get in and what-not, and you take care of that with the ditzy airheaded girls at the front of your school. You walk in and there's only black lights on and people are dancing in the middle of the floor, lights are flashing and you're honestly not sure what to do now. You just walk to a darker corner of the room in hopes nobody sees you, as you scan the room.
Your eyes land on this young fellow across the way and he's wearing shorts that look khaki and a white shirt, but you can't really tell about his shorts. He looks like you have seen him before. You feel the urge to walk over start a conversation but you aren't sure. He is also watching the crowd, and the occasional girl would come by and say hi to him, and he looked like he would respond nervously.
Unfortunately for you, some girl from your math class has spotted you and has dragged you out to the middle of the floor without asking. Rude you think, sarcastically. She is grinding on you and you just awkwardly stand there, trying to maybe dance along with the music? You're not sure exactly what you're doing, but suddenly you're mister popular and all the girls wanna dance around you. Whatever, that's cool.
The guy who you spotted is still watching the pit as if he might wanna join. He's attractive, you'll admit, so why aren't girls asking to dance with him? You take your leave and the girls protest but you say you'll be back.
You walk right over to him, your fly ass kicks dragging with your every step.
"Hey," you say to him. "Let's dance." He laughs, actually.
"I don't even know your name, but alright!" He just adjusts his glasses. You think you see rosy cheeks and you smirk.
"Dirk," You turn on your heels. "C'mon now." You walk with some kind of dance in your step and he follows suit.
You return to the mob and you just start dancing like everyone else, swaying and such to the music. He follows your lead, or whatever, and you're both dancing in the group and you're pretty sure you got seperated by a wall of ladies between the two of you.
After the song ended and the next started, you caught sight of him and he's laughing and having a great time. He catches sight of you, too, and shimmies over, standing yet still dancing in front of you.
"So we weren't formally introduced... My name's Jake!"