He glanced at her parents uncomfortably before he turned back to Lana and answered “I want to take you. I really do. It is just—"

Lana cut him off as she bit out "Save it."

She looked so disheartened. She could not even look at her boyfriend. The dance was important to her so whatever Brennan had to do must have been important.

I knew it had to do with Stone's conversation on the phone. I just did not know what.

"We both are going shopping tomorrow." I attempted to cheer her up "It looks like I will need something to wear if I am going to this stupid dance."

Her face lit up as she asked, "You are going to come with me?"

I nodded and bit my cheek to stop myself from letting out a groan at the thought.

Lana smiled gratefully before she said, "You will be a much better date than Brennan anyway."

"Hey!" Brennan said, pretending to be insulted.

"No problem, Barbie." I replied to her before I said to the ditcher "I’m sorry, Lover Boy. It is true. I am a much better date. Plus, I am way sexier in a dress than you."

Stone watched me curiously, his dark eyes following my every move.

I looked up at him "Can I help you?"

"What happened to the big rant about you hating school dances?"

"My love for Lana is much stronger than my hatred for school functions and I like to think of myself as a semi-decent friend." I explained.

Lana clapped her hands at my statement, excitedly "This is going to be so fun. Do I get to pick you a dress?"

I shook my head in horror "I don’t love you that much."

She pretended to act upset as she asked, "What is wrong with my style?"

"Nothing." I told her "I just do not want something too sparkly or too in your face."

Brennan tried to speak to Lana again but fails as she continues to ignore him. Instead, she talks to her parents and Charlie.

When everyone was busy, Stone spoke lowly against my ear as his hand moved an inch higher on my lap "If I was not busy then I would have taken you."

My heart hammered in my chest and my stomach felt like it was floating. The goosebumps arose on my skin because of the large hand.

I could not see him at a school dance. I could not even see myself at a dance. However, I did see the two of us watching films together and reading while I pretended to hate his touch.

Spiked punch and dancing to overrated pop songs with people who I was forced already to spend school hours with was not my idea of a good time. My definition of a perfect Friday night was in bed with a good book and maybe even a large guest with me too.