Dancing With Someone Else?
I spent all quarter of the evening dancing in the arms of my childhood friend that I forgot about my hunger for a while. Other couples joined us on the dance floor after that.
When I made my last turn, my eyes caught sight of yet another man, none other than our class president, William Wilson. Confused, I flashed a glance towards my childhood friend, who was now dancing with another lady for the evening.
One might think I appear to be some jealous friend over here, but the fact here is that... I do not. I feel nothing in particular... at all.
"I am surprised, you don't look bad right now," he said a bit arrogantly. I had thought he might change now and then, but hey, this is the arrogant, self-centered class president we are talking about.
I only rolled my eyes at him. "Thank you for that… very unique way of complimenting a lady, William."