I already hated the Academy. The auditorium smelled like ham and there were too many people
And their was a dance! Come on. Dancing? I'd rather see Zeus in a bathing suit.
Okay maybe not.
But it's safe to say dancing is not my favourite activity. At all. I'd rather fight the crazy monsters which no doubt awaited us. Or do what I usually did at the rare dances I did attend which was play some basketball.
But no, Annabeth said we had to dance.
But I didn't want to just ask some random girl. That would be embarrassing. I mean, would I talk to her? And I can't even dance!
So I ask Annabeth. She's, wise and stuff. She'd know what to do.
But her answer is even worse than the punch that accompanies it.
Me
dance
with
her
I can't ! She's taller than me! And my hands are suddenly all sweaty. And I really need the bathroom. And I look disgusting. And...
Woah.. I'm turning into Aphrodite.
But her. No. No way with double cream, biscuits. Not Annabeth. I mean, she's taller than me! She's my best friend.
Although there is that deep dark secret. Deeper and darker than Hades itself.
That maybe Annabeth isn't... just my best friend. Maybe there's something
... else.
With this screaming in my mind, any wonder I was nervous?
Think about the streamers.
Think about the punch bowl
Think about the balloons
Don't think about how short you are!
Don't think about how Annabeth smells really really good.
Don't think about how nice she looks, or how I keep standing on her feet or...
Opps, I'm thinking about it.
I continue the struggle of not squishing Annabeth's feet and not thinking. I wish I knew what I was supposed to do, instead of a whole lot of things I don't.
Suddenly, Annabeth ends the dance, and runs off looking for trouble. I'm completely relieved
Sort of.
Well, mostly anyway.