If she lived to be a hundred years old, Samantha hoped that she would never hear the song "Wild Sex in the Working Class" by the popular band Oingo Boingo again. Or the song "True" by the group Spandau Ballet for that matter.
It was practically impossible to decide which was worse; standing in the shadows, watching the guy she liked more than anything slow-dancing with Carolyn Mulford, his perfect girlfriend. Or-no… actually that was the worst. Well, at least it was until she saw the lanky form in front of her.
"All right… I knew you'd come around." He said, flashing his ridiculous braces at her. As though that was going to make her swoon. Barf, was more like it.
She shuddered, gasped and then shut her eyes as tightly as possible, willing the memory to go away. But it was still there, taunting her. God, was she going to have to relive that horrible moment over and over in her mind for the rest of her life? Not to mention what would happen on Monday when she returned to school? There was no telling how many people saw her.
And what about the note; the sex test that she did in Independent Study and nonchalantly passed behind her to Randi? She didn't even want to think about where it had ended up. She was sure that she would find out soon enough, however.
For the millionth time she wished that she'd never mentioned to her grandparents that she had a dance to go to at school. It was bad enough that her sixteenth birthday had been completely blown off by her family, but having to be seen in public with the Donger (also known as the totally weird Chinese guy) was social suicide… or so she thought. Turned out, he was a major babe magnet. How was that possible?
Sadly that wasn't even the lowest point of the day. Why was she such a geek magnet when Carolyn and even her sister Ginny could get guys at the drop of a hat?
Returning to the present, she was painfully aware of the scene before her. Farmer Ted was doing a very lame impression of a human being trying to dance. His friends were cheering him on, laughing hysterically. Why couldn't the dweeb get it through his thick head that she didn't want to be bothered, let alone be seen with him?
Unable to take it anymore, she turned and ran out of the gym. And she didn't stop until she reached the hallway, where, thankfully it was quiet. Her first thought was to leave (oh how she wanted to leave… she wanted to be anywhere but here), but that was impossible. For starters, she had no car, or even a license. As for the car, her parents obviously didn't know about her wish for a black Trans-Am with a ribbon around it. She sighed (shuddered, really), feeling her breath catch in her throat. So much for her dreams of a perfect sixteenth birthday. That dream died the moment she walked into the kitchen that morning. And so much for being happy.
Wearily she leaned against the tiled wall in the quiet hallway and sank to the floor.