There was no guesswork involved in trying to read what might be going through his mind, the anxiety clear as crystal. Roxy's mind was already churning out ideas to help them get out of there after enough time had passed that neither could say they hadn't tried to make the most of the evening. Besides, they always played lame slow songs at dances that people made out to anyway, which annoyed her because she never had anyone to make out with before now, and for all she knew their kissing session was a one-time thing he never wanted to repeat again. It was all so confusing!
He lied to her. And over something as trivial as whether or not he was going to be able to handle being at a dance, too. The urge to call him out on it was coming on strong, but she kept her mouth shut as she started heading towards an empty table. He was obviously lying to spare her reasons, but it still hurt. "Okay, good. Did you want to dance, or get some punch or something?" They always had refreshments at these things.