I had to admit, even though I was a dancer, I hated school dances. I didn't mind going to the dance itself, but I hated how big of a deal some people made it. When I walked into the school the Monday after the competition, I saw flyers for the dance everywhere.

I sighed and went to my locker. When I was going through it, Mae walked up to me. "Hey," she said.

"Hi," I said, giving her a smile.

"Did you see the flyers for the homecoming dance?" Mae asked.

"Unfortunately, yes," I said.

Mae furrowed her eyebrows. "You're not excited? But you're a dancer. I thought you would...