The windows of the large gym hall were blacked out and from the walls, hung orange-tinted fairy lights. Over the floors, there was a scattered mix of coloured leaves except from a space in the middle of the room where people were dancing.

Lana looked around the place with a smile "This place looks amazing."

"Yeah." I agreed "Although the sweaty stench is still noticeable."

When my attention went from the room back to Lana who was in a glaring match with Lacey who was also making the colour red look good.

I tapped Lana on the shoulder and motioned to an angry Lacey "What is going on there?"

She shrugged "Lacey dislikes everyone but she has a strong hatred for me. It has been like that since we came back from summer vacation and started school."

"Maybe she is just jealous of you." I suggested.

Lana nodded "She glares at me at every given chance she gets. Plus, she keeps trying to compete with me. You should have seen her in Geography."

"There is nothing wrong with a little bit of harmless rivalry." I replied, knowing from experience.

"You would know all about that, wouldn't you?" She grinned before putting an arm around my shoulder "I am so happy that you have Stone. I have never seen you so happy."

Something caught my eye on the bleachers near the other end of the hall. From a distance, I could still see several boys gathered around one person's phone. Whatever they were watching or looking at had all of them glued to the screen.

Over the loud music surrounding the hall, Lana shouted "Let’s go dance."

I let her drag me to the middle of the dance floor. The music was upbeat, so I started to sway my hips to the beat. Lana did the same. After a few more songs, I was starting to enjoy myself a little more. The moves we were pulling were basic but occasionally we would spice it up with a ridiculous looking motion which made us both burst out laughing.

It was only when he spoke up that we noticed that a boy was standing near us. He looked familiar but I was struggling to remember his name. Lana looked to have the same expression on her face, but she smiled anyway.

The nameless boy kept his eyes on her as he asked, "Do you want to dance?"

She met my eye and once I gave her a sign that I was more than happy to leave the dance floor, she shrugged and took the boy's hand.

I sent Lana a small smile before I retreated to the corner of the room. I sat down at the lowest level of the bleachers which was a few rows away from the crowd of the boys.

The crowd of jocks were watching whatever was on the phone with undivided attention. Their voices were excited, and I could not help but hear their conversation.