Page 39 of To Love or to Lose
Well, Eloise and Winnifred are giggling. Genevieve looks as if she’s there to supervise.
“What the fuck.” Luke looks around, like he’s searching for what they find so funny.
“Don’t question them,” Logan advises.
As expected, he goes straight to Winnifred with Luke following behind, heading to Eloise.
I walk toward who seems the most sane, Genevieve.
It’s always Genevieve.
As I stand in front of her, I have the chance to fully take in her appearance. Her black dress, curled hair, and the corsage I slipped on her wrist. She looks gorgeous.
“Are they high?” I ask her.
“No, just happy.” She has a happier look on her face too, I notice.
“That’s good,” I smile. “Why aren’t you laughing on the floor with them?”She looks at the ground.“I’m a downer.” She shrugs. “They were having fun; I didn’t want to ruin it.”
“You think they would have more fun without you rather than with you?”
She says nothing, which is an answer in itself.
Pure chaos, that’s what I see in her. The type of chaos that causes someone to not notice the dusk that erupts over a morning sun. Dark that engulfs anything bright or shining, leaving behind only the trace of what was once a beautiful thing.
And yet, the darkness is a beautiful place to be.
“Let’s dance!” Eloise stands, already headed back inside.
“Well.” Genevieve follows. “That’s our cue.”
The dance floor is packed when we get back, and the DJ coincidentally just turned on a slow song.
Logan and Winnifred are already on the outskirts of the group, but more and more people surround them as they dance together.
I look toward Genevieve, and she is glaring in my direction. “Do not get any ideas,” she says.
Not that I want to dance withhernecessarily,but I think it’s part of the high school experience to dance with your date at homecoming.
“This is my first and last homecoming,” I tell her. “Don’t you want to give me the full experience?”
“Don’t worry.” She pats my shoulder. “You have Snowcoming and Prom. That’s plenty of time to find someonewho won’t throw up all over your suit while slow dancing.” Her smile is full of fake sincerity.
She thinks she’s funny, and as much as I don’t want to agree, I find myself smiling.
“Gen!” Eloise shouts as she passes us, her arm locked with Luke’s. “If I’m dancing with Luke, you have to dance with Jameson.”
“I never agreed to that!” She yells back.
I hold my hand out to her. “One dance?”
“Not a chance.”
“You are ruining my American high school experience,” I say, pretending to be offended at her discourtesy.
“It’s my attempt at forcing you back to your homeland,” she counters.
“Gen, Jameson, come dance!” Winnie calls next.
