She swayed in time to the music, royal blue chiffon wrapping around her sculpted legs.
She was perfect.
Hell, I don't even know her goddamn name.
She's new, like me, Bree and Adam.
Her painted ruby red lips glistened in the low light of the school hall, her diamond earrings glittering among chocolate brown waves.
Bracelets sparkled with her every movement, her shoes shining and tapping the floor.
A tall, dark-haired and muscular boy strided over to her.
He started talking, and she smiled, her perfect lips pouting ever so slightly.
His arm crept around her waist, pulling her closer, before they both disappeared into the dancing crowd.
I can never have someone like her.
But I can fucking well try.