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an orphan without knowing a thing or
two about jealousy. I believe jealousy was also close personal
friends of someone called inebriation as well. The three of us had
an unbreakable bound that had always helped me overcome any
obstacle that had entered my path. Until this moment… Something
about this new situation had changed inside of me and quelling
anger rose up in cohorts with my old friend jealously. I quickly
downed the rest of my martini and grabbed Ted, Alistair’s boyfriend
to take me out on the dance floor. Shake your way to a happier
Amy.
    I was just entering that fuzzy, melancholy
place where self-consciousness doesn’t exist. Ted was an excellent
dancer and despite my complete lack of coordination, I found myself
enjoying the heart thumping rhythm that surrounded me. The colored
lights blurred around my body and I could taste the sweat on my top
lip. I was a perfect moment of sound and vibrancy when Alistair
approached with the pretty blond. They both started dance with us
as a group and I leaned over to Alistair’s ear, shouting above the
music. “What’s with the girl? You switching teams on me?”
    Laughing, he grabbed me and swung me around
the dance floor before planting a chaste kiss on my forehead. He
leaned over and said, “She noticed us hanging out and asked about
you. I think she has a crush.” He kissed my cheek quickly and
winked at me. Before I could stop him, he passed me off to her and
grabbed his boyfriend, pressing against him passionately on the
dance floor. They kept swaying to the music, but I could tell they
were way more interested in things other than dancing at this point
as I saw Ted reach over and rub his hand up and down Alistair’s
back before settling on his ass.
    I stood somewhat awkwardly looking at he
stranger in front of me. The swirling lights had stopped moving and
the haze of alcohol evaporated inside my blood. “Let’s dance,” she
said smiling sweetly and grabbing my hands to swing to the music. I
didn’t understand who this girl was, but much like the man, her
persona sung out a familiar tone inside of me. The emotions
coursing through my heart were confusing but not negative so saying
fuck it and throwing caution to the wind I wrapped my hands lightly
on her waist and let her lead. 
    My curiosity was getting the better of me.
“Do I know you?” I asked.
    “We’ve never met until I saw you at Blake’s
last night.” She really was very pretty and now that her boyfriend
wasn’t draped on her arm, I could appraise her more objectively.
She had a perfect dancer’s body, lithe and flexible and she was
totally at ease in the crowd of people swaying. Clearly this was
her element. Her blonde hair was so light and reflective that it
looked to be mixed in with pure white strands that hung beautifully
strait down her back without any sort of a wave She had done her
makeup to be more dramatic today with sparkly pink lip gloss and
dark pink eye shadow that made her light blue eyes look violet.
Violet. She really was beautiful, I though to myself and took
notice of several men and women eyeing her up as well.
    Suddenly I felt my
contrasting nature stand out like a beam of light in the crowded
room. It hit me with such force, that I felt like someone punched
me in the stomach. I was not her . I was not beautiful or blond or
wore perfect pink lip-gloss. I was inadequate to even dance with
her. I sobered up immediately as if hit by a giant wave and started
to leave the dance area, but she saw my sudden departure, grabbed
my hand and pulled me back. The music was so loud she had to pull
me up against her body and I stiffened at the close
contact.
    I tried to pull away a second time and leave
the thriving bodies of dancers, but she held my hand firmly. I felt
the blood begin to pulse through it, trying to make its way to my
fingertips. She continued to smile at me despite my attempts to
escape and I scanned the crowd for Alistair and Ted, but couldn’t
find them in the