I debated not even going to the dance. I didn't go to the game so I didn't see a reason to go to the dance. I didn't even think Kevin was going. I know him and Red broke up, so I'm sure he saw no reason to be there either. Despite all of my arguing, my mother was making me go to the dance. 

I curled my hair and half-assed my makeup before sliding into my dress. My mother drove me there and told me to call her before it was over. I knew she wanted me to be all into the whole 'high school dance' thing, but she knew that it wasn't me. She knew I wanted to be home gaming. 

But, here I was walking alone into the school, wanting the night to miraculously end. I made my way into the gym, nodding to the chemistry teacher who watched for students that didn't go to South Park and looked for underage drinking. He wasn't doing a very good job of either, for there were a lot of drunk kids and a lot of kids I didn't recognize from South Park.

I stayed close to the bleachers, embarrassed of everything I had done over the past few weeks. I figured the closer the the wall, the more unnoticed I'll be. I was wrong, though, and a boy with red roots and black tips started to talk to me. 

"This dance is so lame," he mumbled under his breath, taking a swig out of his flask.

"Do you even go here?" I questioned.

"Of course the Brittany-wannabe didn't notice that the Goth kids even exist," he tsked.

"No, I genuinely don't think I've ever seen you," I replied, starting to get offended. 

I do notice everyone. I'm not one of those bitches.

"Well, we're around," he said with a frown.

"Why are you here, though? This doesn't seem like your scenes," I asked.

"No, it's really not, but we like dancing. We also got offered extra credit to be here, and my mother said she'd burn all my black clothes if I don't start passing," he explained. 

"Do I really strike you as one of those girls that don't pay attention to anything besides what's going on in her own world?" I asked, almost scared to hear the answer.

"I mean you didn't know me," the kid shrugged.

I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Well...I'm not."

I didn't matter, though. The goth boy walked away before listening to anything else I had to say. 

I sighed leaned against the wall, knowing I had become what I always hated, and all for a stupid boy. I wanted to go home. I thought about ditching and taking a walk around town or something, but then, I spotted him, alone, too.