I took one quick look at myself in the mirror before grabbing my wallet, cell phone, and keys and heading out the door. For the first time in a long time,I wished I had the money to repaint my truck. It really needed it. It was a semi-faded sickening green color not even worthy to be called green. As I pulled out of my driveway, i wondered what color I'd have it done in when I got the money. Maybe an emerald green or navy blue?
I got to the school and parked my ugly truck. I entered the long-line of people, paid my way in, then walked to the gym where the dance was taking place. It still felt odd to have a metal detector run over you, even after four years. I glanced around the dark gym to see if I could find any of my friends. I had come alone, though I'd had several offers. I just didn't like to be tied to one girl at a dance.
"Hey, Lucas."
I turned to see Brittany Talbott, a freshman clarinet player, waving at me. she could usually be seen hanging out with Cheyenne and Carly, both flutists. Cheyenne was that freshman I couldn't stop thinking of, whose name I finally remembered from introductions at band camp.
"Hey," I replied simply. I didn't want to let on that I was glad Brittany was here because that meant Cheyenne was probably here, too. Stop that, I told myself. You do NOT like her. But I knew I did. Crap.
As usual, they were playing rap. I wished they'd play something different. I wasn't asking for the miracle of them playing any of my favorites, but c'mon. They could at least play something half-way decent. But of course not.
After awhile, I made my way around the gym. I spotted Cheyenne dancing with a group of her friends and decided to talk to her. I might as well, if I was fallin' for her.
"Hey," I said casually. She turned around and her eyes got all big. She wasn't wearing her glasses for some reason and I could see the lights reflecting off her blue eyes. She looked pretty hot, I had to admit, in a tight black top and black pants. Strangely enough, I was also wearing black.
"Hey, Lucas," she said quickly after a brief pause. I mentally kicked myself for not saying her name first.
"Cheyenne, right?" She nodded and I was reassured. "So you having fun at the dance?"
"Yeah. I came with friends. Who'd you come with?" She tried to sound uncaring, but I could hear the slight waver in her voice.
"No one," I replied. I saw her eyes bulge slightly. There was a brief and awkward pause while we both tried to come up with something to say.
"So...next slow song, you wanna dance?" I thought I sounded stupid and wanted to hit myself with something. But then I figured she was so caught up in how stupid she thought she sounded that she didn't notice.
"Yeah!" she nearly shouted. "I mean, sure."
I smiled. "Great!"