GINA
It took me quite some time before I was able to construct a sentence. My lips were still slightly parted from surprise and I stared at him for a long moment, with wide eyes. Unable to say anything while he looked at me expectantly. He said what now? And as if on cue, he repeated.
"I want you to go to the dance with me, Stewart" he said again. Okay. So I hadn't misheard it the first time. I wished I did but a part of me was elated that at least, he considered me a worthy escort, considering the fact that other girls would fumble over themselves and drop to their knees, just to be asked to go to the dance by him. So yes, I was very aware.
The question is why. Why did he want to go to the dance with me all of a sudden? I liked to think that after the night, we have literally returne
