“He likes to dance with the girls.” I felt my face grow hot from embarrassment and quickly dropped my gaze to the copybook open in front of me, fully expecting the boy sitting next to me to be a perfect candidate for the dickhead club. The book was littered with my own scrawling handwriting that I could barely read. “So?” Johnny surprised me by saying. “You think there’s something wrong with dancing?” “You don’t?” “No.”
