Jorge
"Are you excited?" Benji says looking at me with a smirk.
"Yes," I giggle, jumping up and down in the passenger seat of his car. We're almost at the school and I couldn't be more happy. I get to spend the whole night with Benji. We get to dance with each other and our friends. It's going to be perfect.
"I couldn't tell," He laughs at me. I roll my eyes at his sarcasm, but laugh back. "I am too."
I lean over and kiss his cheek just as we pull into the school parking lot. Benji parks the car and turns to me.
"You look beautiful," he rests his hand on my cheek, smiling at me. I feel my cheeks get hot and I turn my head to kiss the palm of his hand.
"Thank you," I smile at him. "You are, too."
"Should we go inside?" When I nod he kisses me softly before climbing out of the car. I follow him, making sure I have my phone and wallet with me.
"You know, it's weird," He says while we walk.
"What is?" I smile at him.
"I feel like tomorrow my whole life could change, but I'm not even scared. I'm just happy," He smiles down at me. I take his hand in mine and brush my shoulder against his slightly. He stops suddenly, spinning me around to face him. "You make me happy."
I smile up at him. I look into his deep brown eyes that always seem to make me feel at home. "I love you."
"I love you, baby," Benji leans down and kisses me quickly, before wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I snake my hands around his waist and rest my head on his chest, perfectly content with staying here forever.
When we get to the gym, where homecoming is being held, we're met with sweaty teenagers dancing and loud music. Everyone's laughing and singing. The only lights in the room are multicolored beams that spin around in time with the music.
"Benji! Jorge!" Drew yells out, emerging from the crowd. Olivia follows behind him with a wide smile on her face.
"Did you guys come together?" I smirk at Olivia. She just laughs but slightly leans into Drew.
"We spiked the punch bowl," Drew whisper yells at us. "Don't tell anyone."
"Sure," Benji laughs and turns to me. "Do you want to dance?"
I can't contain the smile on my face when he pulls me into the swaying crowd. We spend the next couple songs laughing at each other as we show off our worst dance moves. When the beat slows down, Benji pulls me into his chest.
"I'm happy, too," I say just loud enough for Benji to hear. He puts his hands on my waist as we sway to a popular slow song. Butterflies fly around my stomach as I feel a soft kiss placed on the top of my head.
When the songs over, a faster song comes on, changing the whole atmosphere. Everyone stays singing and laughing again, dancing as if their lives depended on it.
"Can we get something to drink? I'm sure there's water with no alcohol," I laugh.
"Sure, baby," I take Benji's hand and hold on tight so I don't loose him, pulling him off of the dance floor. There's glasses of water placed neatly next to the punch bowl. It reeks of alcohol; I have no idea how nobody's noticed yet.
I take a cup of ice water and hand it to Benji, before grabbing my own. The cold water feels like heaven on my throat, which is now scratch from the amount of dancing and laughing.
"Benji!" An unknown voice calls out, causing Benji and I both to turn. It was the two boys who picked on me at Drew's party last year and then tried to embarrass us at lunch the day after we broke up. My body physically tenses, knowing that whatever they have to say isn't going to be nice. Benji notices and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling into him.
"What's up?" Benji says in a calm, cool tone.
"You guys played really well tonight," He looks back and forth between Benji and I.
"Thanks," Benji nods to him, taking a drink of his water, finishing the glass and setting it on the table behind us.
"It's kind of funny, though. I didn't know they let fags into the dance," He laughs.
"We have every right to be here, as do you," I give him my best fake smile. My mom taught me at a very young age to treat hatred with kindness. I turn back to Benji, hoping the conversation will be over, after I say, "I hope you guys are having a good night."
"Oh, we're not done," One of the boys, I'm not sure which one, grabs my shoulder and pushes me back to face them.
"Don't ever fucking touch him again," Benji steps forward. His face gets red and his chest puffs out, a natural way of reacting with men.
"Or?" The boy antagonizes, smirking at Benji's quick reaction. I pull Benji's arm, realizing that this could get ugly, and fast. He doesn't seem to notice, and before I know it, Benji pushes him back.
"Stop it!" I pull Benji back with all my strength. He looks down at me and his eyes soften. "Let's just go dance some more."
Benji nods and turns to walk around them, but the guy shoves Benji, stopping us in our tracks. I mentally roll my eyes at them, hoping this interaction will be over soon and we can go back to having a nice night.
Before I know it, Benji's fist flies up, a loud popping sound quickly following as his fist connects with the guys face. I hear myself gasp, unable to move. My feet are cemented to the ground as I watch the two hit each other. I snap out of it when I see blood on Benji's shirt.
"Benji! Stop!" I tug at his shirt. He looks down at me with an apologetic look while the guy cups his jaw. "Let's just go."
I don't wait for a response and walk as fast as I can to the exit. My skin gets hot with anger when I walk out the door and am met with the cold air. Benji should've just smiled and walked away. Now we have to leave.
"Baby," I hear Benji run up behind me, trying to catch up. When I don't respond, he grabs my wrist, spinning me around to look at him.
"You're bleeding," I state, cringing at the amount of blood coming out of his nose. It was too dark for me to see much inside.
"I'm fine," Benji wipes his nose on the back his hand, but the blood on his lip is replaced by new blood in a few seconds.
"Let's go," I say, maybe a little to harshly. I don't want to be here anymore.
"I'm sorry," Benji whispers when I turn back around and walk towards the car. I don't respond.
The car ride is silent, neither of us wanting to be the first to talk. I stare out the window, watching the city go by. The small town is usually beautiful, but tonight it looks more ugly than it usually does.
"Here," I hand Benji a towel when we get to his house. I point to the kitchen counter and say, "Sit up here."
"Thanks," Benji says when I dampen a cloth and wipe it across his nose. "I'm sorry."
"Okay," Is all I say. I don't want to fight with him right now, that would be the only thing that makes tonight worse.
"You're not even talking to me," Benji huffs.
"What would you like me to say," I take a step back, looking at him.
"I don't know! Whatever it is you're thinking right now," Benji sighs. "I know you have a lot to say."
"Okay," I breathe. "You really want to know? I was having a really fucking good night with you, but then you go and do that! What is wrong with you?" I start off quiet, not wanting to wake up his parents, but it turns into yelling by the time I'm done talking.
"I told you I was sorry," Benji yells. I shake my head, annoyed, and walk to the sink, rising out the cloth. Red liquid runs down the drain. No matter how many times I wring it out, it doesn't get clear.
"Are you guys okay? I heard yelling," Benji's mom appears from around the corner. I look away from her, not wanting to tell her what happened.
"We're fine," Benji says flatly.
"You're bleeding. What happened?" She gasps, taking a step closer. I run the cloth on Benji's face again, collecting blood.
"It's nothing, mom," Benji says, clearly annoyed. She turns to me, hoping I'll tell her.
"He got in a fight."