I look out the plane window, into the darkness that was London. I still couldn't believe my friend, Christina, flew all of us to London for her birthday.
Fifteen year old Christina was always described as beautiful. Since we were younger the adults would tell her she would grow up to be very attractive. And they were right. With straight blonde hair, just brushing her shoulders, she liked to wear it in a high ponytail. She had high cheekbones, big brown eyes and perfect skin every girl would kill for. And, of course, a winning smile that made every boy fall in love with her. That, and her slim frame.
Since we left in the morning, we arrived in London at midnight. And it was a long trip. I just couldn't wait to flop on Christina's guest room bed.
Christina's family was rich, one of the richest in London, so that's how they could afford to send six teenage girls from Malaysia to London for the weekend. Their house was really big, it has two master bedrooms, three guest rooms, and five and a half bathrooms. They have a music room, a dance room, library, ballroom and I'm pretty sure a secret room somewhere.
After we collect our luggage, we walk out to the terminal to meet Christina. Alicia immediately rush towards her and hugged her best friend as tightly as she could.
"Oh, my God! I missed you guys so much!" she squealed, hugging each of us.
"Happy birthday, Chrissy!" I say, hugging back.
"We missed you!" Isabelle, my best friend, said.
"Oh, my God! You're so tall!" Nicole said.
"Heels," Christina gestured to her feet, sparkling ruby heels, just like the one from Wizard of Oz, only not slippers.
"Sparkly!" Kelly said.
"As much as I've missed you, Chrissy, I'm so tired. Can we go?" Hannah said, yawning.
Christina giggled. "Sure, come on," she lead us outside to her family car.
Almost immediately, Hannah fell asleep once she sat down in the car. We all giggled. However, one by one we fell asleep on the way to Christina's house.
Once we reached her house, we stumble our way to our designated rooms, Christina, Alicia and Kelly in Christina's room, Hannah and Nicole in one guest room and Isabelle and I in the other. We don't bother changing into our pajamas before flopping on the beds.
The next morning was a beautifully bright one. I woke up at about seven in the morning to the sound of my phone ringing.
"Hello?" I say, my voice husky from sleep.
"Adam? Why are you calling me so early?" Well it is early in London. Besides, how did Adam, my boyfriend, get international calls?
"It's one in the afternoon," he said slowly, "Anyway, wanna hang out?"
Honestly, I don't know what I found attractive about Adam, he's completely clueless about everything. If we were in a horror movie, he would die first.
"Adam, I'm in London for the weekend, remember?"
"Bye, Adam," I say before hanging up. Since there was no way for me to go back to sleep thanks to Adam, I got out of bed and stretched.
I rummaged my luggage for my sleeping robe and put it on. I carefully open the door to make sure not to wake Isabelle and go down to the kitchen.
I walked in quietly, and grabbed a glass of water, my mother taught me to always drink water after you wake up in the morning and to this day I have no idea what it means.
"Morning," I jump at the voice, nearly choking on my water. I turn to see a young man, about my age, quite handsome, smiling at me from the doorway. He was tall, about 5' 10", his chestnut brown hair dishevelled from the morning, he looked awkward, but his smile said otherwise.
"Sorry for scaring you," he said, his British accent strong, "I'm Andrew." He held out his hand. My body didn't seem to be functioning, my brain told me to shake his hand but my hand didn't want to move. Just shake his hand and say your name I thought.
"Are you alright?" he chuckled and I nearly melted at the sound.
Snap out of it, God dammit! "I-I'm Jamie," I finally say, shaking his hand, which was surprisingly soft.
"Beautiful name," he said, smiling that adorable smile. It made me smile. "For a beautiful person," he continued, making me blush.
I don't know how he found me beautiful when I just woke up, Adam never told me I was beautiful. But then again, he never compliments me.
Andrew went around me to grab a glass and took a carton of milk out of the fridge.
"You should drink water first," I say, immediately regretting it. Andrew looks at me with a confused expression. I mentally face-palmed.
"Uh, my mother says that after you wake up, you should drink water, I guess it's to get rid of the morning breath. I don't really know," I shrugged, shifting uncomfortably.
After a long moment of silence, Andrew finally responds. He chuckles a little, putting away the milk. He poured some water into his glass.
I leaned against the sink, as he drank. He placed his glass behind me, standing close to me. We just stayed like that, none of us moving.
My heart was beating so hard and so fast I was afraid Andrew could hear it. His eyes were so brown and beautiful, I could stare at it for the rest of my life and I wouldn't get bored. They had a sort of sparkle that I couldn't figure out what it was.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, causing me to look away. Andrew took a step back to let me have some space.
I took put my phone and read the text message. It was from Adam. It wasn't the "I miss you" type of text that a boyfriend should send to his girlfriend, it was the "Hey, could you get me something from London?" text.
I sigh, texting a reply back that said, "I'll see what I could do", before looking back up to Andrew. He was still staring at me with that look in his eyes, I'm still not quite sure what it was. I've seen it before in my father's eyes when he was talking to one of the mothers in my school while waiting for me. I always thought he looked at my mother that way...but I guess not.
Now they're divorced.
Andrew suddenly laughs. Oh, my God, had I been saying that out loud?
"What?" I asked, panicking that he might have heard my inner monologue.
"No, it's nothing. You're just making that face, it's cute," he said, laughing again.
I give a sarcastic laugh. "Not funny," I shove him gently, but he continues to laugh, making me laugh by now.
My phone vibrates again, this time a call. We stop laughing as I look down at my phone, Adam calling me again.
"Boyfriend?" Andrew asked, looking at the screen. The caller ID was a picture of Adam and I, my head on his shoulder with him looking away, it was after school so we were still in uniform.
"Yeah, sorry, I have to take this," I say.
"It's alright. I'll see you soon," he said. I give him a smile before leaving the room.
I hit ignore and run quietly upstairs. I open my room door to find that no one was inside. Not even Isabelle.
Strange, I think to myself. I close the door and walk to Christina's room. I knock and open the door.
Everyone was in the room, chatting and doing other stuff.
"There she is!" Alicia exclaimed, motioning me to come in.
"Where have you been?" Isabelle asked, looking at me with concern.
"I was in the kitchen," I shrug, it wasn't a big deal that I met a really handsome guy that thinks I'm beautiful. Stuff happens.
"I know that look. It's the same look you had on when you met Adam!" Kelly said, pulling me down to where she sat on the floor, next to Isabelle. "Spill."
"There's nothing to spill," I say, but everyone starts chanting "Tell us, tell us!"
"Ok, ok, fine!" I hold my hands up in surrender, I hate it when I'm the centre of attention. Everyone cheers, like my love life is so important to them.
"Chrissy, do you know this guy named Andrew?" I ask, looking at said person, who was lying on her stomach on the bed.
"As a matter of fact, I do. He and my brother went to the same boarding school together!" she said, smiling widely at me.
"Yes, well, I met him downstairs in the kitchen. He called me beautiful. No one's ever called me beautiful, not even Adam. He was really nice and charming," I said, smiling at the memory that happened mere minutes ago.
"Why are you talking in a British accent?" Hannah asked.
"Because we're in London, dear Hannah!" I said, waving my hands in the air.
"Is he hot?" Nicole asked.
"Dashing!" Christina said, taking out a photo album and showing us a photo Andrew and her brother in front of a huge castle of what I think was their school.
"Oh, my God! He is dashing!" they said. I laughed at their ridiculousness.
"If you aren't going to take him, I will," Kelly said with a serious expression.
"I have a boyfriend remember?" I laughed again.
"Adam isn't you're boyfriend. He's just a guy you hang out with a lot," Kelly said.
"Have you guys even kissed?" she asked.
"Then he's not you're boyfriend," she said.
"Who says so? Adam and I don't have to kiss to be a couple," I say, crossing my arms.
"You guys don't even act like a couple," she said.
"No, you don't! Did he call you? Text you? Make sure you landed safe?"
"He did call. And text," I said.
"What did he say?" Alicia asked.
"He...asked if I wanted to hang out. I guess he forgot I was in London," I said, looking down.
"Some boyfriend you got there," Kelly mumbled.
"Whatever..." I murmured.
"Uh, anyway!" Christina tried to change the subject, "Today, we're going shopping!"
Everyone cheered, except me, I'm still kind of frustrated at Kelly. Since when do you have to kiss to be a couple? Who made that up?
"We're going to shop for dresses and masks for the party and then tomorrow we're going to get a make-over!" they cheered again. "So, come on, get ready because we're leaving in half an hour."
Everyone started moving around, going the bathroom and to our respective rooms.
I wore a pair of denim jeans, a light blue sweater, and a bright yellow coat - it was December, so it was cold - and completed my outfit with a pair of dark blue converse.
After getting ready, we all met at the front door. We used the same car we used the previous night.
"Because he wanted to 'spend time with his baby sister', my brother decided to join in. And he brought a friend," Christina said, rolling her eyes, "So, everyone, meet my brother's friend, Andrew."
My eyes shot up to lock with Andrew's. I started to smile and, to my surprise, he smiled back.
Isabelle nudged me, causing me to look away.
"What?" I whisper.
"Is that him?" she whispered back.
"He's more handsome in person," she whispered.
"Alright, everyone, in the car. I'm driving," Charles said, motioning everyone to the car.
Somehow, everyone moved in to make sure Andrew and I sit together. I hate my friends sometimes...
"So, we met again," Andrew said, smiling at me.
"Yeah," I smile back.
"Why do I have the feeling everyone purposely sat in front so we're the last ones sitting behind?" he said.
"You and me both," I laugh a little.
"So, Andrew, how do you know our little Jamie?" Kelly asked. I glared at her.
"We met in the kitchen just now," he said easily. Kelly nodded slowly, smiling at the non-existent space between Andrew and I.
"We're here!" Christina cheered. We all got out except for the boys.
"We'll meet you back here in two hours. Make use of that time and don't spend too much of dad's money, Chrissy!" Charles said, but Christina waved him off. We giggled as they drove off.
"You guys are going to love this place. It's not well-known but it has beautiful dresses. In any shape or size, any pattern and design, it's all really beautiful!" Christina said as we entered the boutique.
It looked small from the outside but it was really spacious inside. It was beautifully decorated, a chandelier handing in the middle, where a plush sofa sat under it. Racks of dresses everywhere, ranging from the size and design.
Two employees sat at the counter, chatting quietly. One of them noticed us and immediately brighten up.
"Bonjour, Ms. Selina! Welcome back! What kind of dress are you looking for today?" she asked. She spoke with a French accent.
"Just a simple dress, Anna, don't want it to be too over the top for my sweet sixteen party, don't you think?" Christina said, smiling at the employee.
"Oh, and your friends? Would they like to look around for their dresses?" Anna asked.
"Yeah, we'll call you if we need any help," Christina said, leading us to some of the racks.
We looked around, and though the dresses were great, but I can't seem to find one that I really like. Too big, too small, too puffy, never in a million years would I ever wear that. I mentally crossed out almost everything.
After a while, Anna put on some music for us and we started to loosen up.
We danced around, tried on dresses for fun. Kelly tried on a really wacky dress, it had polka dots everywhere and it was a short dress but with long sleeves. It was ridiculous.
Eventually we found the right dresses. Christina bought a creme colored dress, to match her hair. It was strapless, had a thin belt and goes straight down. It was beautiful.
Alicia got a purple one. Also strapless, but stops halfway at her shins. It was also a little puffy. It kind of made her short, but still beautiful. The dress suits her skin color, she's athletic so she's always in the sun.
Alicia's basically Christina's Malaysian twin, they look the same, act the same and they're best friends. The cliché part of it is that while Christina's family was rich and had everything planned out, Alicia's family don't have the money to pay Alicia's tuition. So they're hoping she could get an athletic scholarship. Christina always offered her some money, but she always turned it down. Alicia was always independent.
Kelly got a classic red ball style satin embroider strapless lace up dress, it also had a sash. She even got a pair of matching heels. It hugged her figure 8 body perfectly and the color highlights her personality; red for the devil. Our nickname for her is 'The Devil In Heels'. She doesn't mind, she even likes it.
Hannah and Isabelle fought over a light green ball gown with flowers. In the end, Isabelle won it over, saying she suits it better than Hannah. But Hannah settled on a deep purple mermaid style dress. It was strapless, floor length and overlaid lace with a sash.
Nicole decided to get a purple v-neck, it was floor length, ruffle satin. Empire waist, embroider evening dress.
I found a very unique and perfect deep blue evening dress with layers of voile tail. It was made of a silk-like satin with bright gloss. The fabric and the exquisite decoration was breath taking.
Christina paid for all the dresses while we waited for Charles and Andrew outside.
"Hey girls, sorry we're late. Hop in," Charles said. We kept the bags in the back of the car and climbed in.
"How about some breakfast?" Andrew asked, looking back at us from where he sat at the front seat.
"Oh, yes, please! I'm starving!" Kelly said, patting her stomach. We all laughed.
We had breakfast at a local café. As we ate, we chatted amongst ourselves. Once again, my friends made Andrew and I sit together, I don't really mind, Andrew's nice to talk to.
"So, what does your dress look like?" he asked, taking a bite out of his sandwich.
"You'll just have to wait and see," I teased.
"Come on, you can tell me. I don't care how weird it might sound," Andrew said, "Believe it or not, but I went to prom with a girl who wore a meat dress!"
"Lady GaGa?" I giggled.
"Wannabe," he stated.
"Well, whatever, it's bad luck to see the dress before the party," I say, sipping my latte.
"Isn't that for weddings?" he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," I smile.
"You mysterious girl," he said lowly, that send shivers down my spine.
I lightly tapped his nose with my fork that had a piece of pancake before eating it.
"Did you pick out your suit?" I ask.
"Yes, and no, I'm not going to tell what it looks like," Andrew said.
"Touché," I said, smiling. He smiled back.
"C'mon, everyone. We're going to get our masks now," Christina said, signaling the waiter for the check.
"You girls wait in the car, Andrew and I are going to pay," Charles said. We went to the car as told and waited. A few minutes later, Charles came.
"Where's Andrew?" I asked.
"He had to leave unexpectedly. Don't worry, you'll see him at dinner," Charles said, starting the car.
We drove to a local party shop to look for our masks. We roam around the shop before finding the masks.
Christina's was a gold lace mask. It had some jewels along the eyes and it sparkled. Alicia's was a pink stick mask, it was really elegant and had purple accents. Isabelle got a green one to match her dress. It had a few feathers on the right side and had a couple of flowers on the left side. Hannah's was a stick mask. It was deep purple and had purple, blue and green jewels. Kelly found a red mask. The red and orange feathers along the top of the mask looked like flames. Nicole also got a stick mask. It was an elegant purple and had jewels on it.
I couldn't decide between a dark blue and gold venetian tiara mask and a dark blue laced mask with feathers on the top and white and blue trimmings.
"Just get both," Christina said, noticing my crisis.
"Really?" I raised my eyebrows at her.
"Yeah. One of them could be a spare mask," Christina said.
"No, I can't. It's your dad's money we're spending on. I can't misuse that," I said, shaking my head.
"Just take it. Don't worry," Christina smiled at me. Before I could counter that, she took both masks from my hands and went to pay for them.
By the time we got back to Christina's house, it was already lunch time.
We sat at the dining table, which was decorated for Christmas. We started with mushroom soup. Then we were served delicious fettuccine with carbonara sauce. The meal ended with a small slice of chocolate cake.
"Not too much, we need to be able to fit our dresses," Christina said.
"Oh, sweetheart, your dance instructor is here," Christina's father said, checking his phone.
"Dance instructor?" Nicole echoed.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys. Daddy hired a dance instructor for us," Christina said.
"Why?" Isabelle asked.
"Have you seen yourselves dance? I need my friends to dance properly at my party," Christina said, "So go change into some sweatpants or something and meet me in the dance room."
After we changed our clothes - I wore a pair of sweatpants with a yellow T-shirt and sneakers - we went to Christina's private dance room. She learned ballet and classical waltz when she was younger and she still uses this room sometimes to practice.
"Hey, guys!" Christina cheerfully greeted us, "This is Miss Penelope, my dance instructor." She gestured to a tall woman, who had a warm grin on her face and wore a baggy, black shirt and sweatpants.
"Hello, girls. It's nice to meet you. I look forward to teaching you," her Australian accent was quite obvious. After exchanging our names and 'hello's, we started learning some moves.
"Right, now I want to see how each of you dance. So, one by one, you'll step up here and show me your moves," Miss Penelope said, tapping her feet to show us where to dance.
I noticed in the mirror that my skin lost it's color. I hate dancing, especially in front of people! But my friends know that I have two left feet, so I guess they'll go easy on my, right?
I thought as I did that classic disco move - you know, the one from Saturday Night Fever - causing my friends to clutch their stomachs from laughing so hard.
"Ok, girls, that's enough," Miss Penelope said, stopping the music, "Jamie," she paused, letting out a giggle, "you are, by far, the worse dancer among your friends."
I looked down, ashamed. This is the most embarrassing moment ever!
"I hope you're a fast learner," Miss Penelope continued. She told everyone to line up in two lines. We started learning a few basic moves.
"So it's; foot, foot, hands, twirl, jump, foot," Miss Penelope said, demonstrating the moves. She turned on the music and we started to dance.
"Foot, foot, hands - smile, Jamie! - twirl, jump - c'mon, Jamie! - foot and stop!" I collapsed on the floor. "Take five everyone!"
"Why...do we...have to...do this?!" I said, out of breath.
"C'mon, Jamie, it's not that hard," Kelly said, throwing a bottle of water at me.
"Easy for you to say," I said, looking up at her. Kelly was talented in dancing, any type of dancing, she was just flexible.
"Hang in there, just think about how much this means to Chrissy," Alicia said.
"Alright, everyone!" I got up and gathered with everyone else in the middle of the room. "Now I'll see you all after dinner, go wash up and enjoy your meal!" Miss Penelope said, "Oh, and wear skirts, we're going to do ballroom dancing."
We left the room and got ready for dinner. I wore a white vest top under a little cardigan with a black skirt and a white headband over my straightened hair with white flats. I walked down the stairs myself, as Isabelle wasn't ready yet.
"You're dressed up this evening," I turn to see Andrew, clad in jeans and and a T-shirt.
"You dress up for dinner in a house like this," I said, smiling at the young British man.
"Is that how they did it where you're from?" he asked.
"Maybe," I shrug, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you since breakfast."
"I had something to do," Andrew simply said, "Now, shall we?" He held out his arm. I nodded and wrapped my arm around his.
"So, what'd you do this afternoon?" Andrew asked.
"Uh, Chrissy made us learn how to dance," I said.
"Really?" Andrew's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Yeah," I let out a short laugh, "It's stupid-"
"Why?" I look at Andrew, who was grinning madly.
I look down. "Because, I, um, I can't dance," I said with a small voice.
"You what?" Andrew chuckled.
"I can't dance," I whispered. I was pretty sure I was blushing madly as Andrew laughed.
"It's not funny!" I smack his arm, he laughed even harder. "Stop it!"
"Sorry, sorry," he tried to stop but he couldn't. His cheeks were red by now. I waited until he stopped laughing, which took ten minutes or so.
"I'm sorry," he said, wiping the tears which had formed in his eyes away.
"It's not funny, you know?" I whispered, folding my arms and looking down.
"I'm truly sorry, Jamie. Not a lot of people can dance," Andrew said.
"Whatever," I started to walk towards the dining room. I felt Andrew's hand gently take my own. He then spun me around and suddenly I found myself pressed up against him.
We stared into each other's eyes. He had that same sparkle in his eyes I saw earlier that day. I glance down at his lips, soft, pink lips. The corners start to curl up slightly in a soft smile.
"Jamie?" he said, softly.
"Hmm?" I tore my eyes away from his lips and met his beautiful brown eyes.
"We should go to dinner," he whispered, "Everyone might be waiting for us."
"Ok," I whisper back. He moves away slightly and we both walk to the dinning room.
When we enter the dining room, we only saw Kelly and Charles. They sat very close to each other, talking.
Kelly smiled at something Charles said before she noticed us. "Hey, guys!" she said, scooting away from Charles. She looked in between us and smirked. I followed her eye and my eyes widen.
Andrew was still holding my hand! I wanted to drop my hand, but he had quite a grip on me. I tug at my hand a little, causing him to look at me. I saw hurt flash in his eyes and immediately felt bad.
I intertwined our hands and smiled at him. He smiled back. I pulled him to sit next to me at the dining table.
"Where is everyone?" I asked.
"Somewhere," Kelly said.
"Somewhere where?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Somewhere where where?," she said. We all burst into laughter. Kelly and Charles continued their conversation before in hushed tones, while Andrew and I sit in a comfortable silence.
"So Jamie," Andrew quietly said.
"So Andrew," I looked at him.
"Tell me about yourself," he said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like your past, your present and other stuff," he said.
"Sounds deep," I giggled quietly, "Um, not much to tell, I'm sixteen and a child of divorced parents, living with my mother and older brother - occasionally stay with my father. I'm in the second best class in my school, and not really involved with extracurricular. I'm head of the English club and Maths and Science club. I hope to become a scientist or a psychologist when I'm older."
"Quite an ambition," Andrew said, smiling at me.
"Thanks," I blush, "So, what about you? What's your life like?"
"I'm seventeen, studying at Cambridge at a law degree," he said, "I'm looking for a place to stay, but for now I just stay with my parents. I have a younger brother, who doesn't really care what he does in his life as long as he has one. And I don't have a girlfriend." He smiled at me.
I giggled quietly. We don't say anything else after, we just wait for the others to arrive in silence.
One by one, everyone sits at the dining table. Before Christina comes, Kelly went around the table to sit next to Isabelle. Christina came just when they started serving dinner. Throughout the whole dinner, Andrew held my hand tightly.
"So, everyone excited for tomorrow?" Christina said.
"Of course, we are! It's your birthday!" Alicia said, making Christina smile.
"Well, tomorrow we're gonna have a make-over" Christina said, we all cheered. "So we can look pretty and nice for the boys!"
I don't know why, but I felt like she said that directly to me. Weird...
The rest of the dinner was silent, except for the sound of our metal forks and spoons hitting the ceramic plates, all the while Charles and Kelly kept sending each other sweet looks.
"I'll meet you guys in the dance room," Christina said after dinner. She left with Alicia. Andrew let go of my hand and waved goodbye before leaving the dining room with Charles. Isabelle went with Hannah and Nicole to change into skirts while I went with Kelly.
"So what's up with you and Charles?" I asked as we walked down the hallway. Kelly raised her eyebrow at me. "Oh, c'mon, you two were sending each other looks the whole dinner."
"Nothing's going on. Now you and Andrew-"
"Don't change the subject, Kell," I said, "Spill."
Kelly sighed. "When I went to the dining room, Charlie-"
"Charlie?" I raised my eyebrow. Kelly folded her arms and looked at me. "Sorry."
"Anyway, Charlie was already there. While we were waiting for you guys, we started chatting. We had an instant connection. He was witty, charming, sweet, funny," I suddenly remembered Andrew's face for some reason.
"And, I don't know, something was about to happen, then-"
"Then what?" I asked.
Kelly took a deep breath. "You and Andrew came in," she said, "Holding hands." She smirked.
"Ok, for the record, he was trying to cheer me up!" I said, holding up my hands in defence.
"Why?" Kelly asked.
"Because I told him about this dance lesson Chrissy's forcing on us and that I can't dance," I said.
"So?" Kelly raised her eyebrow.
"So he laughed," I whispered. Kelly giggled a little.
"Then what?" she asked.
"Then I got a little offended, and he tried to apologize but I wouldn't forgive him and then he hugged me and we went to the dining room holding hands. Happy?" I had to admit, I lied about the last part. That moment with Andrew was still confusing.
"Yes," Kelly said. We reach the dance room, only to see seven guys talking to Miss Penelope. Two of which were Andrew and Charles.
"Hey, girls! Where are the others?" Miss Penelope smiled at us.
"Izzy, Nicole and Hannah went to their rooms to change," I said.
"We don't know where Chrissy and Alicia are," Kelly said.
"Hm, well, put on these heels and wait for the others," she gave us to pairs of heels, both black.
Kelly and I go to the corner to put on our heels, because that's the only place with chairs.
As I was putting on my heels, I noticed a shadow hovering above me. I look up and saw Andrew smiling at me.
"Fancy meeting you here," I said in a fake British accent.
"You too," he chuckled.
"Hey, Charlie," Kelly waved at Charles and walked over to him, leaving Andrew and I alone. He sat down next to me.
"So what are you doing here exactly?" I asked.
"Charlie and I were called in," Andrew said.
"What, like arrested?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Kind of like that," he narrowed his eyes. I laughed.
"So, are you ready to learn ballroom dancing?" Andrew asked.
"Not looking foward to it, but sure," I said.
"Well if you're paired with me, you won't have a problem," he said.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Hey, Jamie, Andrew," Isabelle walked over and sat down next to us.
"Hey, Izzy. Where's Nicole and Hannah?" I asked.
"I have to go, I'll see you later," Andrew said. He got up and walked to the other side of the room, where Charles was.
"Hey, guys." Nicole and Hannah skipped to us. I waved at them.
"Where're Chrissy and Alicia?" Hannah asked. Isabelle and I shrugged, it seemed like no one knew where they were. Everyone waited for them for ten minutes, since Christina was the host, before Miss Penelope decided to start without them.
"Right, since Christina and Alicia are gonna be la-"
The door burst open to reveal Christina and Alicia, out of breath.
"Where have you two been?" Miss Penelope asked, both hands on her hips, her eyebrows furrowed and a frown took the place of her bright smile. It was a little scary.
"I'm sorry, Miss Penelope, I had to check the decorations in the ballroom, for tomorrow," Christina said.
"And I had to help," Alicia added.
Miss Penelope sighed. "I'll excuse you since I'm only teaching for your birthday."
"Thank you, Mis-"
"But make sure you don't do this again, for anything!" she said, "Now everyone form a line!"
We did as told, the girls on one side and the boys on the other. Miss Penelope looked from one side to the other, deciding something in her head. She nodded silently, mumbling something under her breath. She clapped her hands loudly, startling us.
"Right, Christina with Eric, Alicia with James, Kelly and Charlie, Nicole with Harry, Hannah and Niall, Isabelle and Zach, and finally," she smiled at me, "Jamie and Andrew." We went to our partners and got into position.
"Looks like we are paired together," Andrew whispered to me.
"Can you predict the future of something?" I whispered back.
"Maybe," he grinned.
"So, we're going to start with the simple step-" Miss Penelope turned on the music. We swayed a little. Miss Penelope was giving instructions, but I wasn't listening, I only concentrated on Andrew's arm around my waist as he led the dance. I locked my eyes with his hypnotizing ones. This dance session went by in a second, the next thing I knew I was getting ready for bed with Isabelle.
"So, you and Andrew, pretty intense just now," Isabelle said, leaning on the doorway of the bathroom, mouthful of toothpaste.
"What are you talking about?" I say from the dresser, brushing my hair.
"You guys didn't take your eyes of each other," she said, "If you like him-"
"I don't like him," I said, looking at her from the mirror, she put her hands up in defence.
"All I'm saying is-" she spat out the toothpaste, "-if you like him-" she rinsed her mouth, "it's ok." Isabelle came out, wiping her mouth.
"I don't like him, ok? He's nice and all, but I have a boyfriend," I said, putting down the brush.
"Whatever you say," she said, fluffing her pillow. Before I turned off the lights, someone knocked on the door. I looked at Isabelle, she shrugged. I opened the door.
"Oh, hi, Andrew." Once the words left my mouth, Isabelle rushed over.
"Hey, Andrew," she said.
"Isabelle," Andrew smiled at us, "Jamie."
I smiled back. "May we help you?"
"Yeah, um, Jamie, can I talk to you?" Andrew asked. I step out of the room, Isabelle following me. "Alone, please," Andrew said, smiling politely at Isabelle. She walked back into the room, closing the door.
"So..." I say.
"So..." Andrew echoed.
"You wanted to talk?" I said. Realisation seemed to hit him and he looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Um..." I started laughing.
"What?" he smiled.
"Nothing, it's just-it's like you just wanted to see me and not talk about anything," I said. Andrew chuckled.
"It's getting late, I'll see you tomorrow," he said.
"Goodnight, Andrew," I said.
"Goodnight, Jamie," Andrew said before walking to his room.