Mrs. Parker leaned toward the DJ.
“Play the music,” she ordered.
The slow song started again.
Then she smiled warmly at us.
“I believe these two were in the middle of a dance.”
The crowd instinctively stepped aside as Elliot turned toward me.
“You still want to leave?” he asked quietly.
I looked around the room.
At the students avoiding our eyes.
At the freshmen still cheering for him.
At the people who were finally seeing Elliot for who he truly was.
Then I looked back at him.
“No,” I said softly.
And this time, when we walked back onto the dance floor together…
