Macey POV

So this is how it should have gone as I suddenly gained a surge of confidence,walked up to him, and asked, "Preston, do you wanna dance?"

"Yeah," he answered, smiling back.

He took my hand and lead me onto the dance floor, as we began to sway back and forth.

And we immediately fell in love, lived happily ever after, and all that jazz.

I said that how it should have gone.

But this is what really happened as i finally got the courage to ask him to slow dance with me after being in his class for the past nine years.

"Preston, do you wanna dance?" I asked.

"Um...," he started, looking to his friends for back up or something,"...I guess so..."

He walked about three feet away from his posse, and kind of started doing something that would barely even be considered dancing.

We did this for about three more seconds, until he said, "I don't really wanna dance with you," and then he turned and walked away.

And of course, my friends were completely aware of the fact that I was in love with him. So when I showed to their circle, where they all stood talking, they kinda wanted to know why the hell I wasn't currently dancing with I guy who I had liked for the past three years!

"What in the bloody hell are you doing over here?" Bex asked.

"Go ask him, Macey!" Cammie practically shouted.

"I already did."

"What?" Liz asked, confused.

"He walked away," I said simply.

"He did WHAT?" Cam shouted.

"He walked away," I said again.

'Oh that little %$#**^# %(*^$& little $^%(*! I'm gonna beat his ass!" Bex and Cam yelled.

The y both turned and strode over to him, now dancing with another girl, and shouted...well...lots of "colorful things" that pronanly shouldn't be named here.

He eyes grew wide as Cammie cussed him out and Bex held him down, making sure he wouldn't escape. He barely even let Cam get two seconds out, because he walked over here immediately, and stood before me.

And this is how this next part should have gone.

"Hello," I said icily.

"Hey, Macey."

"Did you have something to ask me?" I responded.

"Um...yeah...would you like to dance?" he asked.

"Hmmm," I said, pretending to think it over, "I don't think so," I said coldly, as I spun,and walked away from him.

But this is how it really went.

I stood and talked with some other social outcasts, and casually turned, only to see Preston walking over here with a fearful and nervous expression on his face.

At first, he didn't say a word; just put his hands on my waist as we swayed back and forth.

But of course, I didn't say anything either, so finally, he asked, "What the hell was that all about?"

I didn't answer.

The song ended, and he walked away.

(A/N: Hi there. You don't even know how hard it was for me to post this chapter. Because I'm Macey. And Preston is a jerk. review, thank you.)