All Isabel could think of at the moment was what was wrong with the decorations. She herself had spent a majority of her time that day putting them up, her and a small handful of juniors with streamers in hand, spray glitter cans aimed and ready, searching for places to plug in the lights. Even still it looked a little home cooked for her tastes. She just wanted to fix this one string of lights here, and respray the ferns, and move that set of balloons two feet to the left. Then it would be perfect.
Izzy looked up at Lysander, and remembered that he was her date. She'd spent the previous weeks being asked by various cheerleaders and other sophomores if he was taken, and she didn't understand why the girls were asking her, why they assumed she would be the one to ask instead of him. Then he asked her to go with him, and it made more sense. It was mildly awkward.
"Um," she said, toying with her skirt a bit and looking around. "I'm a terrible dancer."