You turn to look at your enemy beside you, ignoring the goosebumps that spread along your arms when you see he's already looking at you.

"Is heartache a thing?" You ask him.

Somehow you had ended up laying down on the bleachers with him, staring up at the stary night sky as the school dance sounds a few feet away.

You look back at the hall where you know your now ex-boyfriend is dancing with your bestfriend.

When he doesn't answer you continue "because I always thought it was like a metaphor or something. But I can feel something in my chest, like my heart actually hurts. Is that normal?"

You meet his gaze once again to see him looking at you thoughtfully before he laughs a pathetic laugh, taking a sip out of his bottle before he says quietly "I've been there before."

You frown, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking at him with complete curiosity "heartbroken? When?"

He pauses as though choosing his next words carefully before he stands and extends his hand towards your slumped form.

"I've just spent the last 2 hours watching you watch someone else. The least you could do is dance with me."