I decided to take one of my favorite songs and turn it into prose.
“He’s so cute!”
“I know. I think I’m going to ask him to the dance on Friday.”
“Not if I ask him first.”
The giggles left the bathroom as I walked by warming my ears. I knew they were talking about me. I looked around to make sure that nobody was around and began playing air guitar was I made my way to class.
I love the Sadie Hawkins Dance!
My next class was English and I had to give a speech. I spent a couple of hours the night before finding the right joke to start off. To say that it went over well is an understatement. Man, I had the whole class laughing. I was basking in so much light I could have been in a tanning bed.
This was going to be a great day.
After class was lunch. I got my food and looked around for a place to seat. There was an open one next to the cheerleaders that I heard in the bathroom earlier. I decided to go ahead and give them the opportunity to fight over me and sat down.
“Hello ladies.”
There was tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw the quarterback of our football team glaring at me.
“Are you looking for a beat down punk?” he asked me.
“I think that’s one thing I won’t be needing,” I said and immediately jumped out of the seat and took off running down the hall outside the cafeteria. Smart? Maybe. Cunning? Oh yes. I turned around to make sure I’d lost him. As I turned my head back around I ran smack into someone. We both toppled onto the ground. I looked up to see who had gotten in my way and to both my pleasure and embarrassment, it was a girl. And she was stunning.
Maybe this day wasn’t going to work out after all.
“You’re a smooth talker,” she said.
“Uh…thanks…sorry I ran into you.”
“Come with me to the dance on Friday.”
“Uh…ok!”
“What are you going to wear?”
“My khakis probably. And maybe a sweater. Do you like sweaters?”
