The music boomed from the large speakers, groups of kids from school dancing all around you, grinding and moving their bodies to the music. You were dancing with your friend, the two of you matching dresses and shoes. Definitely cute, especially to Wilbur.

Your friend was a main part in yours and Will’s friendship; her helping you get enough confidence to actually ask to be friends with him. The two of you spoke everyday, talking about the most random shit, not to mention how he would always stare at you, but you never brought that up to him.

You had definitely noticed him at the dance, dancing with his girlfriend who he seemed to not have enough interest in over you. His brown eyes kept drifting to you, watching as you laughed with your friend and the two of you have fun.

Eventually, your friend went off to get a drink, speaking with a few other friends while Wilbur’s girlfriend went to the bathroom.

He wandered over to you, his large hands grabbing your sides that had a bit of pudge on them, slipping down to your hips as he leaned down to your ear. “Where’d your little friend go?” He mutters, his hot breath fanning over the side of your face.