"I decided, I'm not going to the dance," I say to Ginnifer, a fellow Pom squad member. We hang out from time to time, and she's pretty cool when she isn't too busy going on about her latest boy-toy, or mommy issues.

We sit outside, in the school's entrance, waiting for the first bell to ring. She's rambled on and on about the dance for about ten minutes, and when she started assuming I was going to go to the dance, and even asked me who my date was I simply told her, "I decided, I'm not going to the dance." Her face falls in disappointment.

"But you always go to homecoming dances," she says slowly. "And you always have a date, what's up?"

I look at my finger nails, and shrug, trying to appear apathetic. "I just don't feel like going. Besides, I don't have a date."

"You learned Danny was taken?" Ginnifer says this so matter-of-factly, I want to slap her. I mean, I may have mentioned my crush on Danny Sanderson a couple times to the girls. But I hadn't mentioned him a lot lately, and he hadn't called in awhile. Maybe tonight I'd get the guts to call him myself....

Even though it seems he wants nothing to do with me anymore.

I give Ginnifer a blank look. "No. A couple guys asked me out. Even Chandler Leeds did. But I turned them all down 'cause I just don't have any interest towards going to the homecoming dance this year."

My sorta-friend laughs, and shakes her head. She sees through my bullshit, and points at me. "Girl, you know you turned down those guys, including Chandler Leeds, because you wanted a specific star soccer player to ask you out."

"David Beckham is hella old," I state. "And I wouldn't want to come between Posh and Becks."

Even when Ginnifer's pissing me off, and I kinda feel like ditching school today because of the weather and life in general, I still want to play funny and joke a little.

She hits me playfully in the arm, and gives me the fish gape. "Abigail Dearest, you wanted to go with Danny. Everyone knows that."

"Apparently not Danny himself," I mumble, staring at the ground.

Danny Sanderson lead me on, and I guess he got me to think that maybe we had a chance. A chance to be boyfriend and girlfriend.

Ginnifer gives me a sad smile. "Girl, I'm sorry. But if it makes you feel better Tiffany and Sandrine don't have dates for the homecoming dance either."

I nod, and try to give her a smile. But I fail. "So, have you bought a dress yet?" I asks, trying to appear cool and okay about everything. Even though, I just want to jump in the Hanson Lake and have it swallow me.

—

Grace Kelly was beautiful. A natural beauty I suppose. And her voice sounded really nice, because it was feminine, so sure, and her. Her voice was hers. I don't mean singing voice. I mean, her actual speaking voice.

And when speaking of voices, I miss hearing Danny's voice. Or the Danny's voice—who I spoke to over the phone. Not the vain, teasing, stupid ass-hole Danny.

Not the Danny who ignores a girl just for loving him.

The Danny who I was talking to over the phone every night was real. He told me he was scared of himself, and sometimes behind all the joking and friendliness, sometimes in his voice I heard a type of sadness. A sadness I can most likely resonate with because it's tiring holding up a facade.

But Danny's voice is earnest, refreshing, and just full of acceptance.

He probably isn't going to call me tonight—again.

Sighing, I wipe a tear that rolls down my cheek. I pick up the lipstick that sits on the vanity, and apply it on my lips as I look in the mirror.

A week has passed, and I'm currently getting ready for the Homecoming Dance. Warner High's football team didn't beat Wayward High's football team this year, and some people are saying a lot of people aren't going to be attending the homecoming dance tonight because of the fact.

I'm still going to go to the dance because some of the other girls from Pom Squad are going without dates, and we're just going to all hang together at the dance. Yet, the thing is, I'm having to force myself to go.

I'm a robot. Each move I make is so hesitant and slow.

Even if I'm not as beautiful as Grace Kelly, and as elegant, I can still channel her tonight for the dance. I bought a nice pink dress on Monday, at the local thrift store. I slide on both white gloves that go all the way to my elbow after I've finished applying my make up. In order to get my hair to look the way I wanted (the golden age of Hollywood curls), I had to watch a tutorial on YouTube a couple of times.

Ginnifer lent me some heels to go with my dress, and I slip them on, and then stand up.

I have better ideas than to go to this dance. My mother even told me before I went to my bedroom to get ready, "Why should you fucking go, if you don't even have a date?"

Yeah, I hadn't even told her I didn't have a date, but she figured I didn't have one anyway.

And again, it's not like anybody didn't ask me out. I just didn't want to settle.

I switch off the light in my room, and head out.

—

I sit with Ginnifer and her date at a table.

A song by Camilla Cabello blares from the speakers.

Even though rumor was no one was coming to the dance, guess what, the dance floor was still pretty packed.

"So, no date?" Ginnifer's date Blaine Atteberry asks me.

I shrug, and give him a small smile. "Nah. No date."

Ginnifer laughs, and gives me a knowing look.

I take a sip of the soda I got from the refreshments table.

And when I look back the dance floor, I see Danny and Bevin dancing, and they look like they're really into each other. He whispers something in her ear, and she laughs that horse laugh of hers.

Rolling my eyes, I tell Ginnifer and her date I got to go to the bathroom. I don't even wait to hear their responses. I walk quickly to the bathrooms, that are down the hall, somewhere on the right.

Shit, my eyes are getting blurry from the tears that are coming.

No, no, no!

I'm now kind of running to the bathrooms, and once I get inside.

I open one of the stalls, and get inside it, and I just let out a good scream.