twenty one.

we had a school dance, i wore a dress, and you wore a suit.

i was hoping you'd ask me, but you didn't

of course.

i wasnt planning on dancing, after all, i hated it, and i didn't know how

but my directioner friend made me

and your friend tapped your shoulder and whispered in your ear,

you looked at me,

then back at him, and shook your head.

what did he say to you? did he ask you to twerk on me? because that's what your friend did

if that's what he asked you to do, im glad you didn't, because id like to think of you as a gentleman

either way it would have been awkward for me.

i took a break, and drank some coke, and that's when i saw you dancing with the girl you told me about.

i should have been happy for you, after all, you did tell me you liked her

i was selfish though, and i wanted to get you mad.

i wanted chad to ask me to dance, but he didn't, and i wasn't going to ask him.

so i just greeted him, and we both extended our hands, and shook them.

i was slightly shocked when he continued to shake my hand, for a solid seven seconds.

my directioner friend made a big deal about it, saying how he didn't want to let go, but i didn't see it that way.

did you see it though? would you care if chad and i dated?

i wouldn't have done it either way, because in the end, it was you who i thought about.

what do you say to that?