Page 146 of Heartbeat

Her phone lit up in her hand, and she quickly started typing away.

“Tyler!” Sara screamed, falling beside me on the couch, drunk out of her mind.

She was with a girl I didn’t know but who thought it freaking hilarious how she’d called me Tyler.

“Are you still gay?” Sara tilted her head.

I laughed. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I sorta wish you weren’t?” she said, reaching out and running her fingers through my hair.

“Still gay,” I said.

“What?” she shouted, an inch away from my fucking ear.

“He said he’s still gay!” Blake yelled, without taking her eyes off her phone.

“Well, Ethan is insane,” Sara said loudly. “I mean, Lucy is my friend, and I love her, but you are so hot. I can’t even—”

“Sara,” Blake said, leaning forward and lowering her voice, sounding nothing like herself.

“Yeah?”

“Bye!” she said, almost angrily.

I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped a bit. I didn’t know Blake got angry. She stood in front of me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up, making me follow her to the very middle of the dance floor.

“Blake, I don’t feel like dancing.”

“I know,” she yelled. “This song sucks.”

“Blake.”

“Which song would you feel like dancing to?”

“I wouldn’t—”

“Which song, Tommy?” she said anxiously.

“Anything slower? I dunno.”

“Don’t move.”

“What?”

“Don’t. Move,” she ordered before disappearing into the crowd.

Suddenly, the music stopped, the electro pop beat substituted by Morrissey’s voice singing “Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want.” Blake all but ran back to where I was, crashing into me.

“It’s too short,” she said, putting her arms around my neck as I wrapped mine around her waist. “But it’ll do.”

We danced for a little over a minute before the music ended. When it did, instead of pulling away, Blake held me tighter.

“Blake?”

“Shut up.”

“The music though.”

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