The Dance
Night, seniors, music and alcohol. There was 30 or 40 people in the house that could barely fit half of them, but they all still managed to enjoy the place.
They danced and danced.
Suddenly the car appeared, yellow little bit rusted on the sides car. A skinny young man opened the door. Red hair, jeans and a black with some kind of weird picture on it, shirt. His shoes were not new, everybody could hear them whispering that they have been almost everywhere. He doesn’t close car doors loudly like everybody. He closed them carefully like if it was a diamond, although it was a piece of shit.
Still they danced, they danced.
His greenish eyes were running back and forth. His palms were getting sweaty and he had butterflies in his stomach. He looked around, crossed his hands behind his back and approached to the house slowly…
“Hey Jimmy!” he was called by a severe voice, “What are you doing here?”
And still they danced, they danced.
A tall and hard-hitting football player appeared, who was the host of the party by the way. The house was not his – his parents, they left on a vacation and that did play well for him. He gave Jimmy a little but still not a friendly push.
“ You are not invited, nerd!” He said with a harsh, bullying tone.
Jimmy tried to say something to defend himself but it turned out to be just a mumble.
“Get out of here!”
Jimmy forced his mouth and tongue to move. He clenched his teeth.
“Wait!” “ Stop the party! You are going to put the school name down!”
…
“Stop the party wright now!” he added while stamping his feet.
They danced.
The tall football player turned to him and gave him a sarcastic smile, and suggested him to get out of there before he got beaten up.
“Asshole” quietly but still hearable mumbled Jimmy.
***
Jimmy wakes up lying on the ground; his face was swollen and hurt as hell. He stood up, looked at the house, carefully opened, carefully closed the door and drove away.
And they danced, they danced.