booth. “I need two tickets,” Liam says, pulling out his wallet. A tall, dark haired boy is sitting behind the desk staring at me. A slow grin crawls up his face.
“You’re Katy, right?”
Liam looks down at me. I nod. “Yes.”
Tall boy laughs.
Ah hell. “What’s so damn funny,” Liam says, snatching the tickets out of his hands.
He raises his hands in surrender. “Nothing, bro. Just joking. Nothing is funny.”
“I didn’t think so,” Liam says, grabbing my hip and pulling me into the gym. “People are never going to grow the hell up are they?” he asks.
I shake my head. Probably not. I don’t even want to know what he was laughing about. I can only imagine.
There are tables full of punch, finger sandwiches, chips and cookies, when we get into the gym. I want to crawl underneath one and hide. The middle of the gym has been transformed into a dance floor, where most of our classmates are grinding on one another.
Liam pulls at the collar of his shirt, his grey eyes darting down to me. “Want some punch,” he asks. “I promise not to spike it.”
“Yes,” I say. “My throat is suddenly very dry. And maybe you should spike it. ”
He laughs . “I know exactly what you mean. You grab us some seats and I’ll grab us something to drink.”
I nod. I push my way through the cluster of kids, while my head pounds to the rap music that’s blaring through the gym. No one seems to even know I’m pushing through them, they barely move to let me through. I spot a table and walk quickly , then si t down. I face the dance floor and watch as everyone starts jumping up and down to the ‘shots’ song.
“Well, it was a mad house but I finally got you something to drink,” Liam says. He hands me my punch and I take a large gulp. “Wow,” Liam says. I look up; he is staring at the group of swaying kids. “It’s like a zoo when everyone is in heat.”
I laugh, spilling some drink on the table. “Stop, I’m gonna spill this all over me.”
Liam laughs. “Better not, I don’t think my shirt would go good with that dress.”
“Definitely not.”
I glance up and over the dance floor when I notice Holly dancing. She is swaying her hips, then I meet eyes with Hayden, who is staring at me. His green eyes look like The Green Goblin’s. His jaw is set, hands on Holly’s waist and crotch against her ass.
I look away. I don’t want another replay of Liam getting upset because I’m looking and getting pleasure out of making Hayden mad. Which makes me wonder why he would be mad in the first place? This is just a pretend relationship right? We only kiss and hold hands for show? Liam picks me up for school because it’s the right thing to do? He doesn’t really care about me, does he? Do I care about him?
“Katy,” Liam says, waving his hand in front o f my face. “You all here today?”
“Yes.” I lean back in my chair. No, hell no.
He leans back in his chair. “What you thinking about over there, little bear.”
I shake my head. If you really like me or not. If you want this to be more than a ‘pretend’ relationship. “Nothing important.”
“Well, little bear, we’ve been antisocial long enough.” Liam stands up and offers me his hand. “Would you like to dance?”
“Oh,” I say, fluttering my eye lashes. “I’ve been waiting all night for a gentle caller. Hooray.”
Liam helps me up and wraps his arms around my waist. “I’m no gentlemen, Katy.” He winks and leads me out to the dance floor. I never truly thought he was. I think that is what I like about him.
Liam pushes through the kids like their rag dolls. No one says an ything to him. The song is fast. I look around me, there are so many kids dancing. Where was my class on dancing? Everyone else seemed to have one? We have gone to the same school most of our lives!
“I really don’t know how to dance,” I yell up at him.
He smirks, turns me around and presses my back to his front. “Just move with me, I’ll
“You’re Katy, right?”
Liam looks down at me. I nod. “Yes.”
Tall boy laughs.
Ah hell. “What’s so damn funny,” Liam says, snatching the tickets out of his hands.
He raises his hands in surrender. “Nothing, bro. Just joking. Nothing is funny.”
“I didn’t think so,” Liam says, grabbing my hip and pulling me into the gym. “People are never going to grow the hell up are they?” he asks.
I shake my head. Probably not. I don’t even want to know what he was laughing about. I can only imagine.
There are tables full of punch, finger sandwiches, chips and cookies, when we get into the gym. I want to crawl underneath one and hide. The middle of the gym has been transformed into a dance floor, where most of our classmates are grinding on one another.
Liam pulls at the collar of his shirt, his grey eyes darting down to me. “Want some punch,” he asks. “I promise not to spike it.”
“Yes,” I say. “My throat is suddenly very dry. And maybe you should spike it. ”
He laughs . “I know exactly what you mean. You grab us some seats and I’ll grab us something to drink.”
I nod. I push my way through the cluster of kids, while my head pounds to the rap music that’s blaring through the gym. No one seems to even know I’m pushing through them, they barely move to let me through. I spot a table and walk quickly , then si t down. I face the dance floor and watch as everyone starts jumping up and down to the ‘shots’ song.
“Well, it was a mad house but I finally got you something to drink,” Liam says. He hands me my punch and I take a large gulp. “Wow,” Liam says. I look up; he is staring at the group of swaying kids. “It’s like a zoo when everyone is in heat.”
I laugh, spilling some drink on the table. “Stop, I’m gonna spill this all over me.”
Liam laughs. “Better not, I don’t think my shirt would go good with that dress.”
“Definitely not.”
I glance up and over the dance floor when I notice Holly dancing. She is swaying her hips, then I meet eyes with Hayden, who is staring at me. His green eyes look like The Green Goblin’s. His jaw is set, hands on Holly’s waist and crotch against her ass.
I look away. I don’t want another replay of Liam getting upset because I’m looking and getting pleasure out of making Hayden mad. Which makes me wonder why he would be mad in the first place? This is just a pretend relationship right? We only kiss and hold hands for show? Liam picks me up for school because it’s the right thing to do? He doesn’t really care about me, does he? Do I care about him?
“Katy,” Liam says, waving his hand in front o f my face. “You all here today?”
“Yes.” I lean back in my chair. No, hell no.
He leans back in his chair. “What you thinking about over there, little bear.”
I shake my head. If you really like me or not. If you want this to be more than a ‘pretend’ relationship. “Nothing important.”
“Well, little bear, we’ve been antisocial long enough.” Liam stands up and offers me his hand. “Would you like to dance?”
“Oh,” I say, fluttering my eye lashes. “I’ve been waiting all night for a gentle caller. Hooray.”
Liam helps me up and wraps his arms around my waist. “I’m no gentlemen, Katy.” He winks and leads me out to the dance floor. I never truly thought he was. I think that is what I like about him.
Liam pushes through the kids like their rag dolls. No one says an ything to him. The song is fast. I look around me, there are so many kids dancing. Where was my class on dancing? Everyone else seemed to have one? We have gone to the same school most of our lives!
“I really don’t know how to dance,” I yell up at him.
He smirks, turns me around and presses my back to his front. “Just move with me, I’ll
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