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said
    “It’s
very ‘Dungeons and Dragons’ of you,” I said with a laugh.
    “…You
had to say it.” Joe said, shaking his head and smiling.
    I
moved closer and spoke in his ear, “So what do you think? How about the
‘Fellowship for Male Jedis’.”
    Meg
“accidentally” bumped into me and pushed me into Joe. My hands went up to brace
myself, and my fingers brushed Joe’s stomach, my forehead crashed into his
chest. But it was his hands that I noticed; they had phased through the fabric
of my dress and rested softly against the skin on my stomach.
    I
pushed him away and took a step back. But apparently the rush of adrenalin from
this accidental impact made me push him away too hard, and he fell against the
ground.
    “Sorry,”
I leaned back and moved my hands to my sides. I could feel the heat from his
eyes over my body. I put one hand over my stomach to cover myself, and then
offered my other hand to help Joe stand back up.
    He
didn’t take my hand.
    “I
…um. I actually need to go…” He glanced over at his mom who had started to walk
toward us. He jumped up.
    “I
gotta go,” he said, gesturing with one hand.
    Joe
almost sprinted away. Meg came up to me and smiled. I couldn’t smile back. I
could hardly breath.
    They
held the dance in the commons area, and my group stood near where we always ate
lunch. The music was too loud, and the decorations were cheesy, but it was all
right. I lost my hat before the first song was over. On the fast songs, I
jumped up and down with my girl friends, the guys in our group standing around
talking about guy-type things. I’m not sure what. I don’t speak the language.
Joe eventually came back to the group, his hair wet, as if he dunked his head
in water. He stayed by the guys and wouldn’t look at me.
    On
the slow songs, Joe and the guys of our group would filter into the circle of
girls to ask them to dance. I tried to stand near Joe for almost every dance,
but the dumb kid never asked me. He danced, of course, just not with me.
    It
was then I realized for sure that he didn’t like me, at least not the way I
liked him. I mean, this was the guy who said anything that popped into his
head, broke into my house on more than one occasion… He didn’t have any
boundaries. If he liked me he would have said so, and then followed with some
obnoxious comment on the origin of runelight. We were just friends... and not
‘just friends with the possibility of more’ like I thought we were. We were
friends in a ‘just friends’ box surrounded by walls I couldn’t cross. Like
always, the only one who could walk through those walls was Joe.
    I
danced a lot with different guys, and tried not for any of them to realize I
just wanted to go home and cry. The audiovisual guy, Kenny, came on the
speakers and announced that this would be the last dance, so I walked with
determination to where I thought Joe was. I was pretty enough, and we got on
well. Maybe he just didn’t know I liked him, and he needed a push. I’d ask him.
    When
I found him, he was standing by a group of pretty girls, asking one of them to
dance. Maybe I wasn’t… enough, like I’d thought. It hit me then, as if someone
had taken all my self-worth and said, “nope… not there yet.” I had to go home.
I would have walked straight to my car, but Ryan asked me to dance for the
third time that night.
    Ryan’s
nice; I don’t know if I’ve mentioned him. He’s been my friend for a long time,
since like third grade. He put his hands on my waist, and it became just a bit
too much for me. I pulled in closer to Ryan than I did before and rested my
head on his chest. It was more like a hug than a dance... though our feet kept
moving in that obnoxious back and forth shuffle. It was then, with Ryan’s hands
around my waist and my hands at his neck, that I felt the warmth of Joe’s look
on me. I ignored it. At least I tried to. The heat focused on me for the length
of the entire song. Eventually, Ryan and I