KAIYA'S POV:

After the blood tests, Jenner led us to a cafeteria room. There was tons of food and even more alcohol. I was thankful for both.

Sure I'm not the legal drinking age, but that didn't mean I hadn't done it before. I did live in Georgia. My parents hadn't really minded as long as I didn't go crazy and go out when I got completely shitfaced. Now that it was the end of the world, I didn't figure it would matter very much anyhow. The cops didn't even mind. A few people raised an eyebrow at me when I reached for a bottle of Sothern Comfort, but nothing was said.

Everyone was joking around, laughing and sharing stories, when Dale suggested that Carl try some wine.

"When he's in Italy or France, then he can have wine," Lori said protectively. When was he ever going to go there? There were zombies everywhere!

"Come on!" Rick urged her, chewing on his food.

Finally, she relented, pulling her hand off the top of Carl's glass. Dale poured some of the wine into his glass and Carl grabbed it, looking at it strangely. Then he took a sip. His face immediately contorted. "Ew!"

I laughed with everyone else. Poor kid being subjected to the bitter taste of that stuff. I sympathized with him and nodded.

"Maybe you should just stick to your soda pop there, bud," Shane said, smirking under his folded hands.

"Not you Glenn," Daryl said, making all eyes turn to where Glenn and I were sitting. Glenn was glancing at a bottle of wine as if trying to decide whether or not to drink it.

"Huh?" Glenn asked, looking up.

I rolled my eyes and took a gulp from my SoCo bottle.

"Keep drinkin' lil man, I wanna see how red yer face can git!"

I chuckled, nudging Glenn with my elbow. I took one more swallow before giving it to Glenn and making a drinking motion.

He shrugged then put the bottle to his lips. He made a face. "How can you drink that stuff? It burns!"

I laughed. "You'll get used to it." I had a light buzz going, the warmth of the alcohol spreading to my head.

I smiled contentedly and then thought of something. "Shit!" I yelled, leaping forward. I felt a little bad for my word choice around the kids when I noticed Carol and Lori's frowns, but oh well, no changing it now.

"What?" Shane asked, standing up and tensing, like he thought there was a walker in here.

My arms went limp as my realization sunk in. I had never thought it would upset me this much, but now that I knew it would never even be an option, I sunk to the floor, bottle still in hand.

Glenn bent down to me. "Kaiya, what is it?"

I looked up at him. "I'm never gonna get to go to my prom!"

A few people chuckled but soon they realized I was being serious.

"I never got to have a prom. And now I never will." I don't think the uncomfortable silence went unnoticed by anyone. "Unless…" I said, suddenly perking up.

"Unless?" Rick asked as I stood and ran to where we had piled our belongings.

I searched through my bag until I found what I was looking for. At one point in time, this iPhone had been all I would ever need. Now, it was completely useless. Thank God I had charged it the night before my Spanish quiz and turned it off right before school. I still had full battery life.

I held in the little button at the top and pulled the headphones out, stuffing those back in my bag. Then I stood and walked to the others, hiding the phone behind my back. I walked over to Jenner and leaned down to whisper in his ear, the other campers watching curiously.

When I straightened, Jenner nodded and held his hand out discretely. I handed him the phone, without the notice of my drunken friends. Jenner left the room for a minute before coming back to sit in his chair on the edge of the room again.

Music began playing. I Should Have Kissed You by Chris Brown.

In the back of my mind, I wondered whether or not Chris Brown was still alive.

But then people started to dance. Or at least try.

I walked out into the middle of the room, beginning the dance I had put together for my solo dance in our competition.

I used the techno eighth notes to time my movements, moving my arms in co ordinance with the song's beat. I bent down and popped back up, using my hands to do little flourishes as I spun. I used both hands to make fists and then flung them outward, moving my body upward. I put my hands on my body then moved my torso to make it look like I was using my hands to shift my body.

I tried to ignore everyone that stared.

I stuck a thumb under my shirt and flipped my hand out, once with each hand, for the bass notes. Then I did a wave with my body, turning to the side and popping back to the front.

When it came to the chorus, I clapped my hands once with it, making a downwards motion with my hands and moving my legs back and forth then starting to move forward, popping my body each time the drum was hit. Then I moved one hand from my knees up to the ceiling, watching it.

I brought my hands around in an arc, using them to move my body any time it moved. Then I moved them both so it looked like I was measuring something and looked down at them, then in a robot-like fashion, looked back up. I flung my hands outward and brought them back in, spinning around until I was a few steps back.

Then I stopped and bowed, one leg crossed over the other.

"Oh my," Jacqui muttered, the smile audible in her voice. There were cheers and claps and whistles.

I grinned and stood back up.

A new song started playing.

I went to go sit in a chair over by the table. Directly across the table from Daryl. It seemed he was the only one that wasn't dancing.

His eyes came up to meet mine. I stared into his eyes for quite a while until the chorus of the new song finally got through to me.

"I see the want to in your eyes!"

I blushed and banged my head down on the table and onto my arms. The movement made me think of Amy and how she was always telling me I was going to give myself a headache if I kept doing that. I frowned and tried to forget about it.

I turned my head so that it was sideways on my crossed arms and I was looking at the rest of the dancers. Rick and Lori were dancing, Carol and T-dog, Jacqui and Shane, Andrea and Carl, and Glenn and Sophia. Dale was talking animatedly with Jenner over in the corner, smiling and nodding, laughing occasionally.

Another song started… Unfortunately I didn't recognize it in time to change it before the kids had to hear Cypress Hill sing "Hits from the bong!"

I heard Daryl spurt out a laugh as I ran to snatch up the iPhone and hit next. It was on shuffle. Of course it landed on another song that I wasn't sure the kids should listen to (especially nowadays): Falling Away From Me by Korn.

I figured it would probably just give them nightmares, so I paused the song and began scrolling through the list. Then I came upon something.

"Perfect," I said, hitting play and running back to the others. "You guys know how to do the cupid shuffle, right?" I asked as the music started.

They nodded, smiles growing.

I was pretty sure my embellished movements were just the alcohol going crazy and not me showing off… but I could've been wrong.

I felt Daryl's eyes on me the whole time. I even started yelling out the words with the others at one point. Toward the end of the song, I walked back over to the table where Daryl was still sitting.

"Dance with me?" I asked, smiling and holding my hand out.

He flicked his eyes over to me and shook his head.

I sighed and pouted, throwing myself down into the chair beside him. I crossed my arms with a huff and sunk low in my seat. I suddenly got a very devious idea. I frowned down at the ground and said, "I bet Miguel would've danced with me." so quiet that only he could hear.

He sighed and stood up. "Evil woman…" he muttered, holding his hand out to me.

I smiled up at him and grabbed his hand, running and leading him over to where everybody else was already slow-dancing to the song. Dare You To Move by Switchfoot. I loved this song.

I faced Daryl, and he looked around kind of awkwardly, like he didn't know what to do with himself. I grabbed his hands and put both on my waist before throwing my arms up on his shoulders. He tugged me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and starting to dance.

"Thanks, Daryl," I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"For what?" he asked, looking down at me and continuing the steps of the dance.

I looked up at him, unaware for the moment of how close our faces were. "Dancing with me. Being there for me. Everything," I was whispering.

He seemed to lean a little closer, but he stopped there.

"I dare you to move," I said in time with the song.

He smirked and closed the distance, both of us forgetting that everyone was around us. I heard all of the chatter stop and some people gasp, but I didn't care. I threaded my fingers through his hair and held his face as close to mine as it could comfortably get. He tasted like peppermint, which had been surprising the first time I kissed him.

He was pulled away suddenly.

"Get away from her!" Glenn shouted, pushing Daryl back. I was surprised that Glenn would do that; he was a meek little guy and not very strong.

"What's yer problem?" Daryl yelled back at him.

"Glenn, what are you doing?" I screamed at him.

"You stay away from her," Glenn said, pointing at Daryl and amazingly not showing any sign of fear. Only anger. Glenn turned to me and grabbed my arm, dragging me from the room.

"Glenn what the hell?" I asked. "I didn't get to go to my real prom and now your going to ruin my improv prom?" I was beyond pissed. But not about the prom thing. That I could deal with.

"Stay away from him, Kaiya!" he said, resuming to pull me to the rooms.

"Why?" I asked, stopping and jerking my arm away from his. "What do you care? Why should I listen to you? You're not my dad. You're not my mom. And you're not my brother." My last statement made him flinch a little.

"I'll do whatever I want. What does it matter if I kiss him? it's the fucking apocalypse, Glenn, the rules have changed." I ignored his hurt looks and stormed off down the hall to the rooms. I hoped he didn't get any satisfaction out of me going where he was taking me anyway, but I didn't think I could go back and face the rest of camp after that.

Just before my hand touched the doorknob, I realized I had forgotten something. I paused and turned around, going back to the cafeteria. I walked straight to the table without looking up at anyone. Especially Daryl. It was awkwardly silent. I was almost 100 percent sure they had heard every word of mine and Glenn's exchange.

"Forgot my booze," I mumbled, grabbing the bottle and sprinting back to my room. I shut the door behind me and sat up on the bed, my back leaned up against the wall. I crossed my ankles and took a long drink of the liquor, blurring my vision considerably.

I heard a knock at my door…

That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out and then woke up with a terrible hangover, a hickey on my neck, and two guys (Daryl and Glenn) passed out on my floor. Oh God…


I don't think I'm going to write about what happened last night... I'm just going to hint at a few things. Unless you really want me to write about it? We'll see. Review! :D