Okay then.
Once we’re a couple of yards away from the group, I start recognizing some of their faces.
“Luna, aren't those people part of your dance group?” My eyes shift towards her, but she doesn’t respond. Instead, she continues pulling us in that direction.
“Luna, what’s going on?” Em’s voice is full of confusion.
We attempt to pull out of her grasp and fail. This girl is surprisingly strong.
She finally stops walking and touches our shoulders. “Do not move, okay?”
Before we can answer, Luna saunters toward the group, and everybody turns to us. Music blasts from the speakers overhead in the field, causing Em and I to jump.
“Sex” by Eden plays, and Luna begins to dance alongside the girls on her team while the guys remain on the sidelines.
Oh God.
“He didn’t.” Em’s mouth is hanging wide open.
Oh, but I think he did.
My mouth remains closed as I try to calm my racing heart. I have yet to see Cameron to confirm that this is his doing. My attention goes back to the group, who has clearly put a lot of effort and practice into the performance. They’re just as good as I remember, but it’s hard to focus when I’m still waiting to see if what we suspect is true. When the chorus hits, the boys join in, and the group’s energy triples.
There’s still no sign of him.
The song smoothly transitions to “I Want You Back” by The Jackson 5.
“I’m sensing a theme here!” Em yells over the cheesy song while singing beautifully to the lyrics without a care in the world. She’s enjoying herself. I would be, too, if I weren’t so focused on waiting forhimto pop out. I’m surprised he stillhasn’t. Unless somebody’s doing this for Emma and I’m being extremely self-centered.
But if it is him, why Luna? And how did he get to Luna?
“Zoey,” I say to myself.
“What?” Em shouts.
“Zoey helped arrange this,” I repeat loudly. “Did you know about it?”
“Does it look like I knew about it?” She smiles and shakes her head. “He even made it private for you. He could’ve easily done a flash mob in the middle of the quad. Instead, you got your own personal performance.”
The thought of a flash mob makes me cringe. She’s right; he thought it through. No crowds, only me and my closest friend watching. Nobody in the group is looking directly at us either, they’re dancing like it’s any other performance they’ve done in the past. Meaning he must’ve told them my secret fear of huge public displays of affection.
“Finally, you’re enjoying yourself.”
I look at my best friend, confused, and then realize that my body has started to slightly sway to the music. While I try to stop myself from moving, the song transitions again to “You’ve Got the Love” by Florence + The Machine.
My body stiffens. This is the song I helped Luna choreograph last year for a couples dance she needed for a competition. It’s one of the most complicated dances I’ve ever done, with slow-and-fast-paced moves, contemporary and pop steps, and ithasto be done between two people.
That’s when I see him moving in my direction. For a couple of seconds, it feels like it’s just the two of us, and the outer world ceases to exist. I know by the look in his eyes that he feels it, too. He gives me a slow, sexy smile and sticks his right hand out, clearly asking me to join him.
This feels like a scene out of an eighty’s movie, cheesy yet unforgettable.
I stare at his large hand, knowing I have to make the decisionsoon; the first verse is already halfway done. Suddenly, I’m pushed into his chest.
“Go!” Em yells.
That’s the only sign I need to finally wrap his fingers in mine, and when I do, my heart rate spikes so quickly, I lose my balance. He holds onto me and I don’t falter. We run to the front of the group, and he looks down at me with a confident smile.
Ready?He mouths.
