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Heartbreak Music
The last dance of the rest of our lives…
Shelley Danver looked beautiful in the sea foam green dress that matched the handkerchief tucked into your coat pocket. Your dad’s old suit looked one size too big on you, but you wore confidence in a way that few of our peers could have managed. As the photographer hopped from foot to foot in front of you and Shelley, you leaned into her space to whisper — and she smiled in answer, her too-perfect blue eyes, all smoky and irresistible from make-up magic, sliding to you with the promise of secrets out there in the open. The ease, the chemistry — I was surprised you didn’t end up tangling together on the floor right there.
“If looks could kill, you’d definitely be a murderer.”
I whipped my head around to see Stoner Dave — wearing a tuxedo that looked ripped from some wedding back in the 70’s — standing all casual against the refreshments table. He gave me a fox’s smile achieved only through the help of a well-timed hit of weed. It was a wonder he didn’t smell like a skunk too, given that he carried the fragrance with him to all our Calculus classes.
“Go rot somewhere else, Dave,” I said, my eyes retreating to my solo cup of too-red punch. The dye in the sugar water was probably going to stain my teeth. But I needed the prop to continue my stare-down of Shelley and you.
