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As she was spinning around the dance floor, with the twinkling of the disco ball reflecting in her eyes and shining through his, she could see that he, despite their differences, her eccentricities and odd past relationships, really liked her. The feelings she had for him were only beginning to really show themselves, but she was sure they would soon overwhelm her.

Scott watched Louise and Grant spinning around the dance floor. He sighed wistfully, unaware he had done so until Sarah’s sharp voice pierced his thoughts.

"Well? Aren’t you gonna ask me to dance?"

"Uh, sure. Wanna dance?" he replied half-heartedly.

Well, after he’d been forced to humiliate himself on the dance floor for a couple of songs, the rest of the ball seemed to fly past. Before he knew it, they were back in the limos and on their way to the after ball. Somewhere along the line Scott had * unintentionally * lost Sarah. The Ball had given him a pleasant afterglow, he knew he had enjoyed it, but was not quite sure. Those glimpses of Jen had been few and far between, but they had warmed his heart. The splinter, however, of jealousy that he harbored in his heart about the relationship between her and Matt was still there. The ice seemed to be melting somewhat though. The reason for this was unclear, as their relationship was as strong as ever, if not stronger.
There was one other person whom he had seen that night, and had unexpectedly dazzled him. She looked magnificent in her dress, which was a gorgeous deep purple. It had a tight fitting bodice type top, with off the shoulder sleeves which were fitted to the elbows and accentuated her slim arms. From the elbow to just past her fingertips the sleeves were flowing black lace which flared out and accentuated the length of her arms and her long pianists fingers. The top of the dress had a trim of the same black lace as her sleeves, which contrasted perfectly with her milky white skin. The bottom of her dress, from the waist where it clung slightly to her narrow hips, then flared out till it reached the floor a centimeter or two ahead of her toes was beautiful. It was made of the same purple material, just a shade darker, and had an over skirt made of the black lace, which made the purple a deeper, richer more mesmerizing colour than before. He had noticed her as she danced with her partner, a boy whom he had never seen before and yet was insanely jealous of him. Irrationally so, as Scott had never done anything or said anything that might indicate that he liked her, nor she Scott. In actuality he had never even thought of her that way.


The Limo jerked to a halt outside the after ball venue. Scott walked in and was struck by how many girls had dressed up, and then dressed down again for the after ball. Jen however was not one of these. Her dress, which had been stylishly simple to begin with had changed somewhat, but was no less dressy. The skirt had been detached and replaced by a pair of trousers. The look was elegant, but simple. Tessa was another who had not changed. The pair of them looked stunning, but for different reasons. Scott saw that Jen was alone, finally, this was his big chance! He strode confidently over to where she was standing, and with no stutter reminiscent of there last conversation, he spoke to her.

"uh, Jen? Would you care to dance?" he held his arm out as though he was a gentleman in an old film, an utterly inappropriate gesture for the setting, considering there was disco music blaring out from the speaker directly behind the table which Jen was using to prop herself up.

"eh, awight then, gis a hand woulcha, fanksh mate" she slurred as he held her upright. Upon releasing her arms she promptly fell right into his chest. It was what Scott had been wishing for… only not. She was drunk and he realized that he didn’t like her anymore. In fact he had never really liked her. He had only liked the idea of her.

" –bluergh- oh, sssshit" she slurred, having thrown up all over his trousers and shoes.