I didn’t talk to Ben or Libby over the weekend. I wasn’t sure what to say to Ben, and I didn’t call Libby because I felt guilty for what happened outside the school on Friday night. I don’t know why I felt guilty, because technically nothing happened, but something felt different. I was sure I was just imagining things. But I couldn’t get our dance out of my head. When Ben was dancing with me, it felt like so much more than a friend dancing with another friend. I kept thinking of the way he looked at me, and it seemed like he was seeing me for the first time. But then again, I had no experience whatsoever with guys, so Ben could have been looking at me like he always did, and I only wanted him to feel something that he didn’t.
On Monday morning, I got dressed as slowly as possible.
