“Winter, I am so glad you could make it. You look so good,” Jason said, raising his drink in the air and smiling brightly. I didn’t know his smile could get any wider. I had a sneaking suspicion that he was bisexual, because at times he acted like a hormonal guy that wants to be in everyone, but then other times he would throw comments on how tight another guy’s jeans were. That means he is gay, right? I am really not the person to judge. “Hey winter happy birthday,” some random guy called out to me. It’s the thought that counts. “Umm, today isn’t my birthday, it’s tomorrow but thank you, at least you remembered it’s this month,” the guy smiled, obviously embarrassed, and walked away. “Well, that was awkward,” I whispered to Zoe. “Don’t mind him, let’s dance” Chloe and Zoe pulled me to dance. I hate dancing. I can’t do it. I never have, and I never want to. Especially not to celebrate anything. I don’t know what I expected when I agreed to come to this. What exactly was my plan for
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