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top that is covered in
sequins allowing the top to stand out amongst the blackness of the rest of her
outfit. Her feet are bare and her hair is in a loose braid with a few pieces
coming free.  Katy Perry’s E.T. plays through the sound system. A little more
provocative than I would expect from someone like her, but a nice choice. It
does its job and peaks my interest.
    Kennedy takes a deep breath in and exhales. I sit forward in
my seat trying to get a better glance into what is about to happen on the stage
in front of me. I find myself feeling intrigued by her once again as she begins
to move her body across the stage. For a split second, I actually think it is
someone else dancing in front of me.
    The way Kennedy is moving her body is intoxicating. With
every move she makes, you can see everything she is feeling spilling out onto
the stage. She leaves herself exposed. I know I am not the only one to notice.
The entire room falls silent as she dances. There is a beauty in the way her
body moves that you can’t look away from in fear of missing a single second.
    I am beginning to think that maybe I’ve been misjudging the
type of person she is. Why doesn’t she walk through the hallways with the
confidence that she bleeds out onto the stage? I have a feeling that she likes
it that way. She likes going unnoticed. By the look on everyone’s face gazing
up at her as she finishes and the music faded out, the shy girl isn’t going to
be able to hide any longer. She officially has been labeled “noticed” by
everyone, even me.
    Kennedy stands in the middle of the stage looking out at the
audience that she has just left awestruck. Everyone stands up in appreciation.
Her cheeks redden as she bends down to bow then exits off the side of the stage
as quickly as possible not taking a second glance my way. I don’t understand
why I feel disappointment to see her go. That’s a box I’m not willing to open.
    Mark catches my attention mouthing, “Damn”.
    “No shit,” I say a little too loud. Amanda catches on to our
exchange.
    “It wasn’t that great,” Amanda rolls her eyes before
grabbing for my hand to hold onto. The gesture feels territorial. I’ve never
really been one to pepper my steak before I eat it, but if it makes it better
for her then so-be it. I’ll play along for now. “We going to Craig’s after
this?” she asks with her usual sex filled glint in her eye.
    “Yeah, but I’m not staying that long. I have some things to
do tomorrow,” I lie. I don’t have anything planned for tomorrow. I’m just not
in the mood to party all night again. More times than not it gets out of hand
and I’m not in the mood to deal with all that bullshit tonight.
    “What do you have to do tomorrow?” Amanda is obviously
annoyed that I have no intention of inviting her over to stay. That is our
normal routine. She doesn’t like to feel rejected which is exactly where this
is heading.
    “Just things with my mom…not that big of a deal,” I pull my
hand away from hers. I don’t understand a girls need to hold hands. One or both
hands end up sweaty. It’s gross and pointless.
    “Whatever,” she concedes slumping down in her chair like a
child folding her arms over her chest. What am I even doing with this girl?
Amanda annoys the shit out of me most of the time. On the other hand she’s always
a sure thing. There’s no arguing with that logic.
    Amanda doesn’t speak to me through the rest of the talent
show. Her silence is more of a gift than a punishment. The rest of the acts
were mediocre at best. No one held a torch to Kennedy. There was something
about her that’s hard to dismiss, difficult to forget.
    What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t even know this girl.
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    -Kennedy-
     
    I walk off the stage trying to catch my breath. Shaking the
thoughts from my head as I make my way back to my dressing room to gather up my
clothes, I have no intentions of staying for the rest