Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
The green girl didn't know how to play the games he played, and she somehow knew that he was that type of guy. The type of guy that played games. Maybe it made no sense, because he was covered in straw, and she was fairly sure that the popular boys weren't covered in straw. But she knew she was right about him, and she knew he wasn't for her. It wasn't even just that he was out of her league, but he was that too. She focused on that. She also focused on how unimpressed she was by the way he held her while they danced. She'd danced before, but, no, she hadn't, but she had, and she knew it never felt like anything. Not that it felt like anything now.
She absolutely didn't look at his face. Much.
He was blinking at her during one of those moments of not looking at his face, and she placed one of her hands on his shoulder. Her question was aggressive in that blurt, but the memory of the blonde girl blurred so quickly that only the taste of guilt remained behind. This was a betrayal, but it wasn't! They were just dancing. Dancing was nothing to a guy like him. "Yes," she argued, chin tipped again, "you do. You're just playing games with me right now." Was he? Was he really? She wasn't as sure as she sounded, and she stopped swaying, but she didn't move her hand from his or from his shoulder. She didn't add any space between them. She absolutely didn't hold her breath.