![]() ![]() ![]() I was frozen to the spot until Clay grabbed me, yanking me backward as well. The dancing teens stopped and scattered outward in cries of disbelief, forming a wide circle around the twitching boy in the center. My loud, horrified scream pierced the air. Jordan fell-his head hit the floor with a resounding crack that vibrated under my feet. "Get off her!" Clay yelled in disgust, shoving him. ![]() Please," he said in a desperate sounding whisper, spitting on me as he spoke. He abruptly lurched forward, falling against me. My first thought was to wonder who spiked his punch. There was a small commotion off to my right, and I saw Jordan Henley stagger toward me. It was beautiful, and I was thoroughly enjoying this night out with Clay, my best friend in the whole world. Despite the Winter Formal's snowflake theme, the room was hot from the crush of bodies, but no one, including me, seemed to care. We danced and swayed to the music as fake snow fell from above, catching the glitter of the giant silver disco ball as it spread the flickering mood lighting around the gym. ![]()
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