#im5 david

"One, two, three, one, two, three..." you mumbled to yourself as you waltzed across the floor with a stranger. You had stepped on his foot twice in less than a minute, but you were beginning to get the hang of it.  

You were at a school dance, but instead of the normal spiked-punch-in-red-solo-cups-and-hookups dance. Your school decided to do something less traditional, a masquerade ball. Ever since the announcement, girls had been stressing over their dresses, hair, dates, while you stressed over the idea of dancing with someone. You were a dancer of sorts, but you'd never done any close and personal ball room dancing.

One of your classes was dance and your waltz was going to be graded as a part of your end of the year exam. You stumbled over your long silvery dress as your partner held his arms out to catch you. He helped you up and you thanked him, blushing, embarassed that when you had tripped, your right hand had placed itself on his butt for support. He shook his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips, "It's fine." The music stopped and clapping was heard throughout the gym. You collected yourself and still embarrassed, hurried off the dance floor.

You hurried over to the drinks table and grabbed yourself a water bottle, pouring the water into a cup. You immediately began to drink the water, hoping to catch your breath. Your dance instructor scribbled something down your clipboard, "Leaving your partner on the floor, Alexa? Tsk tsk...," and swept away towards a couple incorrectly doing the foxtrot. You fanned your face and wiped away the nervous sweat that had formed while you danced. 

About two minutes after your instructor had left, your partner appeared by your side. "Even though you stepped on my foot twice, stumbled, and unintentionally grabbed my butt, your waltz was good." he teased, nudging you in the side. You looked at him, feeling sick to your stomach, "I just hope she thought so." you replied, nodding towards your instructor, who was showing a boy the proper way to support his partner. "On my way over I snuck a look at her paper and you got a 25/30," he added making you groan. "That's not that bad." he shrugged and took a sip of his water. You looked at him, studying the details of his mask. It was black with silver lightning strikes across it. His eyes were a dark brown, but they were sympathetic and curious. Curious about what? You? "It's not the best, but it'll have to do." you sigh. 

The two of you stood there for a few minutes in silence before he interrupts, "My name's David." "Alexa." you respond and look out across the floor, watching the other dancers. "I've seen you dance in class and you're really good." he comments, "Thank you." You say, avoiding his gaze. "I hope you know that I asked specifically for you." he says, this catches your attention. "Why?" your head snaps towards him, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "I like your dancing..." he shrugs and grabs a cup of water. "...and I think you're pretty." he adds, making you blush, but thankfully the room's lighting was dim enough for him to only see that if he strained his eyes. "She agreed to it only because she wanted to see how you would do with 'someone who has a completely different dance style' than you." he quotes, nodding towards the instructor, who was dancing with one of the parent chaperones. 

"Wanna get some air?" you ask, still feeling a bit overheated. He nods and places his water on the table. The two of you walk out of the gym to the cool outside air. The cool breeze immediately makes you feel a bit better as the two of you walk across the football field towards the stands. The two of you begin to get to know each other more as you guys are hanging outside, you beginning to feel more comfortable around David by the second. You were flirting and he was flirting back. 

DAVID SCARZONE

"Slut."

It was happening again. Someone was calling me a slut. It wasn’t just someone I’ve never talked to though. It was her. She hated me with a passion. And I knew why. I’ve never felt so guilty before.

"hey (y/n)" I saw David walking up to me. I was on the bleachers in the gym. I was watching the basketball team practice. It was pretty interesting. Plus I was doing homework. I know I was lame.

"Hey." I said smiling at him. It was obvious by how wide my smile was. I liked David. The problem? He had a girlfriend. 

We sat there just talking. We did this all the time. We met during freshmen year. He was a weirdo. I was a weirdo. Two weirdos would of course become great friends. 

After a while he started messing with my hair. 

"Hey! You’re messing up my hair!" I laugh trying to push him off.

"Aww that sucks for you" He says messing my hair up even more.

This continued for a while. He finally stopped and we looked each other in the eye.

I don’t know why I did it. Something just came over me. I kissed him. 

You’re probably wondering well that’s just a kiss. It’s not enough to get called slut. This girl was dramatic and loved to twist stories. 

We were kissing. His hands were running through my hair again. We just kept kissing.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" We heard someone screech.

We broke the kiss and looked in the direction those words came from. It was his girlfriend.

She came over to me slapped me hard across the face and stormed out of the gym. 

I haven’t talked to David since then. It was my fault they broke up. I went after someone who didn’t even like me. I ruined someone’s relationship. It was all my fault.

It was lunch now. I was in an area no one really went to. I didn’t know what to do. I was scared to face anyone. I heard footsteps. I didn’t want anyone to see me. I started to walk away. The footsteps were still following me.

I started to run. Those footsteps ran too. What if they were going to gang up on me and beat me up? I was scared. I was about to full out sprint when a hand grabbed onto my wrist.

I was about to scream when I looked at who it was. David.

I tried to pry out of his grip but he was just too strong. 

"Why haven’t you talked to me for the past week?" He said with his eyebrows scrunched.

"I can’t. She thinks you like me. I tried to explain that it was all me, but she just gets even more mad." I look away from him.

He pulls me into a hug.

"Stop! She’ll hate me even more." I try to push away.

"I do like you." He says still hugging me. I stop. What?

"It wasn’t just all you. Everyday I go to the gym to see you. I knew you’d be there. So don’t blame yourself. I like you too." He says to me.

I look up. He gets a finger to wipe away my tears.

"Don’t lie to me." I say.

"I’m not." He says. I look into his eyes and they look sincere.

"I’m scared.. She’ll gang up on me I know it." I tell him.

"I won’t let her. I’ll protect you okay?" He says kissing the top of my head.