CORBIN'S POV
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I simply stand in the corner, unseen by the rest even though I've gotten a few strange glances that typically scream, 'What is he doing here?' but I ignored each one, and focused on the task at hand. Yet the task itself was tweaked and changed it seems, but as I watch her, smiling as she socializes, beaming with a proud light that seems to shine right off her skin, I can't help but just stand here like a creep, even though every part of me wants to walk up to her and ask her to dance.
She'd probably say no anyway.
A song starts playing, and I watch Azalea's eyes light up like never before. She walks over to me, eyes beaming, smile wide, teeth so perfect that I wouldn't mind if she bit me this second. She stops at the bench, "Come dance with me, Ly-Bug." She beams, my he
