The music flooded my ears and I stood to the side, watching as teens danced. The boys had their arms wrapped securely around their girls and I felt envious. I was alone.
I honestly didn't know why I had actually come to this dance in the first place. Sure, my best friend had pleaded for me to go because she didn't want to be alone, but maybe I should've thought about myself for once. She had a boyfriend who was incredibly charming, sweet and cute but I was lonely.
Lonely for Valentine's Day in a Valentine's Dance. How pitiful.
Nonetheless, I swayed gently with the music, watching the dancers with envious eyes. I felt rage strike my heart, because I was jealous of other people. I shouldn't have been. I wasn't beautiful, but I was me. If boys didn't want to ask me to the dance, it's their mistake. They saw girls for their beauty, but I chose guys for their heart. Boys who saw girls for their heart were rare and they should be cherished.
When I saw my best friend dancing with her lover, I felt another pang of pain and loneliness. She was with him, so why was I invited? I didn't understand. I looked around and spotted the refreshment table. Eager to escape the love-filled air, I headed for it. I filled my cup with punch and sipped it lightly. The light was dim here, so I probably faded into the dark. My skin was of light complexion, but my dress was black with a small red sash tied into a ribbon around my waist.
I sipped at my drink again and noticed the scarlet roses decorating each end of the table. The petals curved perfectly around one another to create a spiral. The jagged-edged leaves stood out from the long thorny stems. I wanted to reach out to pluck one of the red roses from the vase, but another caught my eyes. Not all of them were red. One was different and had beautiful coloration.
The outer part of the rose had a tint of yellow-green, but it was mostly a creamy shade of white, with the edges a dark pink that fade into a lighter color. There were more pink petals on the surface of the rose. With my sharp vision through my glasses that I had to wear to the dance, because I honestly couldn't see without them - I could see the exquisite details of the rose and I felt drawn to it. That sounded so crazy.
I wanted to reach out and take it, but it would seem weird. I would feel like a thief even though it was just a rose. The rose's petals seemed so soft to touch. I bit the inside of my cheek and put my hand out in front of me to take the rose, when a hand shot out and plucked it from the vase. I turned startled eyes on the boy who was smiling sweetly.
"Oh, I-," I started, but didn't know what to say. I was always so flustered around him because he was the only one who made my heard thunder in my chest and made the small butterflies in my stomach turn into swooping birds. I hated to feel that way and didn't think I would, but he made it possible. He made me feel like anything was possible.
"You what?" he asked, stepping closer to me and holding the rose to my face, brushing its delicate petals against my cheek. I could feel my face color; I felt the heat in my blood as it buzzed in my veins. It was like he was taunting me. It was like he read my mind.
nothing," I murmured. I started to turn away, but he caught my hand. My blush turned brighter, I could tell. My gaze flickered involuntarily to his fingers circled around my wrist. My blood was on fire; my heart was pounding hard against my chest. It was surprising he couldn't hear it.
Can you hear that? Because of a single touch
He blushed as his eyes lowered to the ground. My heart fluttered at the sight of color in his cheeks. Did I do that to him?
"Don't go," he mumbled, shyly. He was shy! Why was he so shy?
I half-turned. I felt eyes on me and noticed my best friend. She was watching me over her boyfriend's shoulder. They were the same height, so he didn't tower over her, like he towered over me.
"Why?" I asked in the same light voice as his.
He raised his head, a few locks of his golden hair falling over his eyes that were the color of a clear summer sky. He moved forward and let my wrist go to put his hand on my waist. My body jerked at his intimate touch. Our eyes locked and there was a smile on his face. A joyful flame lit him from within.
"I was hoping we could dance," he said to me and I almost swooned. Did he just ask me to dance? Was I dreaming?
Before I could say something stupid and mess my chance, I replied with a shy 'yes'. He checked if the rose he had in his hand had any thorns before he tucked it into my light hair which had been piled up on top of my head.
"You look beautiful," he said to me before leading me out to where everyone else was dancing. He put his arms around me and I let my hands rest lightly on his shoulders.
"Thank you," I replied, ducking my head, so he didn't have to see my blush. My best friend was beside us now and she gave me a wink. I wondered if she had anything to do with this, but I didn't care. I was dancing with him!
"The rose makes your hair look pretty," he told me, leaning down to rest his cheek against mine. A shock jolted through my body at the affectionate gesture.
It was hard to speak with him so close. I felt like I couldn't breathe. The smell of his cologne was sweet and it surrounded me. He smelled good. But before I could get lost in him, I asked what I had been wondering for a while now. "How did you know I liked this rose?"
He lifted his head to look down at me and I looked up to meet his gaze. A grin widened his smiling lips.
"Maybe I read your mind," he murmured, before leaning down to capture his lips with mine.