JACKIE O
SKYE'S BED
THURSDAY, OCTPBER 16
7:30 PM
Skye's POV
Skye, lying on her comforter that night, received a same text. Scanning it, she saw that it was an invitation. At first, she hadn't wanted to. Since Shira had left, and a couple people had found how to temporarily jam the cameras, parties like these were held about every week. But when she saw that Taz would be there, she hesitated. Once again, she remembered how his eyes had held hers. Then she remembered the disappointment, maybe sadness, a little anger, too, that filled her as they met eyes, seeing the same emotions mirrored on his face.
Skye scanned the attached guest list and noticed that there was a crucial name missing. Quickly, she forwarded the message and closed her eyes, satisfied. Only one more problem—go or not?
She decided to do the only thing she could—dance.
Skye let herself in, tucking the key back in her pack. Over her creamy forearms she yanked a pair of golden dance sleeves.
Skye did the same dance Mimi had drilled her on that day, only she did it her way—adding head tosses, hair flips, and miscellaneous extras whenever she felt like it. She finished the dance panting slightly but feeling better than ever.
Now that was more like it. She felt herself again, and pulled off her dance sleeves. Skye made her decision. She was Skye Hamilton, founding member of the DSL Daters. She wasn't just going to stop. Hitting the button for the elevator, she pirouetted impatiently. She'd have to hurry if she was going to get ready in time.