“Let’s go dance!” Marissa exclaimed, grabbing my arm. After an hour and a half of sitting around with Noah, either making small talk or saying nothing at all, Marissa decided that enough was enough.
I got up and followed her onto the dance floor. Now she was going to pay for embarrassing me earlier. “You don’t seem to be showing him a good time.”
“Why would you do that?” I ignored her statement.
She laughed as she twirled around, a bit overdramatically, might I add. I wasn’t dancing, just standing there with my arms crossed as she twirled around me. “Do what?”
“You put me on the spot!” I stated. “You already knew that Noah didn’t want to dance with me.”
“I know why he said no,” Marissa said as she danced in circles around me, giggling wildly. I doubt she’s drunk. She can’t be, right?
