The excitement in the air was palpable.

Everyone in the class was buzzing about the upcoming annual party, their conversations filled with plans, outfits, and expectations.

I, on the other hand, sat in the corner, wrestling with whether I even wanted to go.

The idea of dressing up, smiling, and pretending everything was fine felt exhausting.

But as the class representative, I didn’t really have much of a choice.

Maybe I could make up an excuse, I thought. Something simple, like feeling sick or having a family obligation.

I was halfway through crafting my imaginary excuse when a familiar voice cut through my thoughts.

"You’re coming to the party, right?"

It was Sarah.

She stood beside me, her eyebrow raised as if she already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from me anyway.

The look on her face made it clear that if I said no, I wouldn’t hear the end of it.

She’d probably nag me until I changed my mind.

"Yeah," I replied, trying to sound more certain than I felt. "I’m going."

"Good," she said, smiling, but then she leaned in a little closer. "But don’t make that face. You should try to enjoy it, okay?"

I nodded, though her words lingered with me.

Maybe she’s right. I should try to enjoy the moments.

The hours passed quickly, and before I knew it, the day of the party arrived.

The event was scheduled for the evening, so I had some time to prepare.

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection as I smoothed out the wrinkles in my white shirt.

I slipped on my black coat, the fabric stiff and unfamiliar against my skin.

It felt strange to be so dressed up.

My usual casual clothes felt a lot more like me, but tonight was different.

I adjusted my black pants and shoes, then ran a hand through my hair, trying to set it in place.

For a moment, I hesitated, wondering if it even mattered how I looked.

But then I remembered Sarah’s words—try to enjoy it.

Maybe looking the part was the first step.

By the time I was ready, Mr. Thomas had already arrived to pick me up.

He was driving me, Steve, and Gunther to the party, while Paul and Donovan were meeting us at the school.

As I stepped outside, the evening air felt cool against my skin, a sharp contrast to the nervous energy buzzing inside me.

Mr. Thomas smiled warmly as I got into the car, and we headed off to pick up the others.

Steve and Gunther were waiting outside their homes when we arrived.

They were dressed sharply too, and for a brief moment, we all exchanged awkward grins, as if seeing each other out of our usual school clothes was strange.

We joked about how none of us felt particularly comfortable in the formal outfits, but deep down, there was a shared sense of anticipation.

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This was, after all, our night.

As we pulled up to the school, the building looked different.

The windows glowed warmly with light, and I could already hear the distant hum of music and chatter.

Students were arriving in small groups, their laughter mixing with the night air.

It all felt surreal—like stepping into a world where, for a few hours, we could forget about everything else.

The closer we got to the entrance, the heavier my heart felt.

But I pushed those thoughts aside.

Paul and Donovan were already waiting for us by the school entrance, and we quickly caught up, exchanging quick greetings before I turned to bid farewell to Mr. Thomas.

He gave me a nod and a smile, as if to say have fun tonight, and then we all headed inside together.

The moment we walked through the doors, it felt like we had entered a completely different world.

The usually quiet school hallways were transformed with vibrant decorations, colorful streamers hanging from the ceilings, and glowing lanterns casting a soft, warm light across the room.

Music thumped in the distance, blending with the laughter and chatter of students who were already enjoying themselves.

The air smelled faintly of food, pulling our attention to the nearby stalls.

There was everything from a buffet table lined with snacks to a dance floor that had been cleared for later.

It was chaotic, lively, and strangely exciting.

But first, as first years, we were supposed to head to the assembly hall before joining the main event.

As we made our way down the hall, we couldn’t resist stopping by one of the food stalls to pick up some fast food—burgers, fries, and whatever else we could grab.

It seemed like we all needed something to hold onto, maybe a distraction from the nervous energy hanging over us.

The assembly hall was already crowded by the time we arrived, students scattered across the room in groups, laughing and chatting.

I scanned the room, and that’s when I saw her.

Sarah, with a few of her friends, was walking toward us.

But as soon as my eyes landed on her, it felt like everything else faded into the background.

The dim evening light from the lanterns highlighted her in a way I hadn’t noticed before.

Her dress was simple, yet elegant, accentuating her natural beauty.

The soft curls in her hair framed her face perfectly, and the light makeup she wore made her features even more striking.

She didn’t need anything extravagant to stand out.

For a moment, it was as if my thoughts had escaped me.

I didn’t even realize what I was saying until the words were already out of my mouth.

"Beautiful..." I whispered, barely aware that I had spoken out loud.

To my horror, she heard me.

"Beautiful? What?" She stopped right in front of me, looking a little surprised but smiling softly.

Caught off guard, I fumbled for an answer. "I-I mean... you look beautiful," I said, my voice nervous but honest.

Her cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink as she looked down for a second, then back at me.

"Oh! Umm... thanks! You look good too," she replied, her voice softer than usual, a little shy even.

I felt heat rush to my face, and for a second, I didn’t know what to say.

"Umm… thanks!" I stammered, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.

The air between us felt suddenly different, almost charged, like an invisible line had been crossed.

And that’s when I felt it—the stares.

My friends, still munching on their food, were definitely watching us.

Sarah’s friends, too, had noticed the shift in atmosphere.

It was like they were waiting for something to happen, silently nudging us with their eyes, grinning to themselves.

I felt shy, my usual confidence slipping away in the glow of the moment.

Sarah seemed to feel it too, glancing around at the others before meeting my eyes again, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

The air was thick with an awkward, tender energy.

Neither of us knew what to say next, but somehow, the silence wasn’t uncomfortable.

It was as if everything around us—our friends, the noise, the lights—had melted away for just a brief second, leaving only the two of us standing there, unsure but content.

Maybe tonight wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

As we all gathered in the assembly hall, the noise of excited chatter and shuffling feet began to quiet down as the teachers entered, asking us to take our seats.

There was a noticeable shift in the energy as everyone started to settle into rows—boys on one side, girls on the other.

I glanced at Sarah one last time before heading to my seat, my nerves bubbling up.

I didn’t want to miss the chance, so I quickly leaned in, feeling my heartbeat in my throat.

"Umm... by the way," I started, my voice a bit shaky, "would you like to dance with me after we eat something?"

For a brief second, I thought I’d messed it up—maybe it was too forward or too soon.

But then she smiled, a soft, warm smile that instantly put me at ease.

"Umm... sure," she nodded, her voice light and easy.

I felt a rush of relief and smiled back before heading to sit with my friends, my heart still racing from that small moment.

The others, of course, noticed—Steve gave me a thumbs up while Donovan smirked—but no one said anything outright.

Maybe they knew I needed to let that feeling settle on my own.

We all took our seats, and the program began with our principal taking the stage.

His speech was the usual—he talked about the school’s proud history, its achievements over the years, and what he hoped for our future.

The words washed over me as I found myself glancing around, distracted.

It was hard to focus when I had that dance with Sarah on my mind.

After the principal, the teachers were invited up one by one to receive some tokens of appreciation for their hard work.

The students had voted earlier, so a few teachers got special shoutouts, with rounds of applause breaking out here and there.

It was nice, I suppose, but my attention was elsewhere.

Next came our seniors.

They gave us some pep talks, mostly about looking ahead—career guidance, planning for the future, and all the usual stuff about how these are the "best years of our lives."

I felt a strange detachment, like I was sitting there, but not really absorbing any of it.

My mind kept wandering, thinking about everything from the match to the dance I’d promised Sarah.

There was a quiet weight in the back of my thoughts, a lingering echo of that football loss, but I tried to push it aside.

Finally, it was time for the class representatives to speak.

One by one, they went up to the stage, each offering a few words.

I noticed how some of them seemed so confident, while others were visibly nervous, clutching their note cards like lifelines.

When it was my turn, Sarah and I went up together, our speeches brief and to the point.

Just a few words about how grateful we were for the school and looking forward to the future.

As soon as we were done, we stepped off the stage and the formal part of the evening came to an end.

There was a palpable shift in the room—the tension and formality gave way to excitement as everyone realized it was time to really enjoy themselves.

The party was officially in full swing.

There wasn’t a set schedule for anything—if you wanted to eat, you could eat.

If you wanted to dance, the floor was open.

But I had a plan.

I didn’t want to rush things, so I decided to grab some food first with my friends.

After all, if I was going to dance with Sarah, I’d need the energy.

I couldn’t help but feel a nervous anticipation building up inside me.

The buffet tables were laid out like a feast, lined with everything from appetizers to desserts, and the food stalls had the air filled with the smell of freshly grilled treats.

My friends and I joked around as we filled our plates, the excitement of the night slowly starting to catch up with me.

As I looked around, the lights from the dance floor flickered in the corner of my eye, reminding me of what was coming next.

I caught sight of Sarah again across the room, laughing with her friends, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Tonight felt different.

It wasn’t just about the party—it felt like something new was starting, even if I wasn’t sure what it was yet.