As Callas and Embry walked into the gym, she could just about make out the words to the song that played. The speakers vibrated and thumped loudly, with mostly indistinguishable music blaring out, from the other end of the gym. While the song—that Callas was certain was Livin' On A Prayer, by Bon Jovi—rang out, she noticed a few disco balls hanging from the ceiling. Other decorations littered the gym, lights were dangled across the walls and the tables were decorated—somewhat nicely for a small school dance. The gym resembled the prom similar to the one in Carrie. Which Callas wasn't too thrilled about. Especially if a reincarnation of Carrie White was nominated as Queen, although Callas wasn't sure if the dance would have King and Queen. There were longer tables across one end of the gym with small pieces of food and drinks, hopefully not spiked, Callas wasn't sure if she would want to experience being drunk with no one at home to make sure that she was alright. In the middle of the dance floor, in front of the speakers, Callas could make out the Coach—still dressed in sports gear, donned with his silver whistle—dancing badly with one of the female English teachers.

Embry spotted the others, he gently took Callas's hand and pulled her through the crowd and over to the table that the boys had taken over as their own. She noticed a large food platter in the middle of the table—which no doubt meant that Jared had taken it from the food table and brought it over for themselves. Callas lightly shook her head with a smile, Embry looked back at her and pulled her closer, still pushing through a few other students before they finally managed to make their way to the table. Paul nodded his head towards them. Embry copied the action. Callas offered him a small smile instead. Embry pulled out a chair for Callas before he sat down next to her, his arm over the back of her chair as he leaned closer to her so she could hear him as he spoke.

"Did you imagine that it would be like this?"

"Humid and deafening?" Callas raised an eyebrow. "I've read about it."

"Reading isn't the same as experiencing."

"I'm guessing you haven't read that many books then."

"Should I be insulted?"

Callas let out a laugh. "I'm just saying, as an avid reader myself, I can conclude that when you find a good book, and I mean really good book, it feels as though you are transported into that world and you live it with the characters. It's as real as real can get."

"Deep." Embry tilted his head with a raise of an eyebrow.

She shrugged. "I guess."

Embry reached to the middle of the table, picking up one of the pieces of fruit, placing it in his mouth. "Wait, you said you read about it. Does that mean you've never been to a dance before?" He turned his head to look at her, a shocked and confused expression was plastered across his face.

Callas shrugged again. "There was a dance last year, but life got in the way, you know? I didn't see a point in... well, anything, if I'm honest. I stayed at home with Reed and a few of his old college friends and watched the game the entire night."

"That must have been hard for you," Embry smiled apologetically at her.

"It was, but Reed made it easier."

"Again, sorry about this whole situation with your brother."

"It's not your fault. But, if you don't keep your end of our deal tomorrow, then it will be."

"Is it bad that I kinda like this side of you?" Embry's lips tugged into a smirk as he watched her reaction.

Rolling her eyes, Callas looked down. "Shut up."

Embry grinned at her, a light chuckle left his lips as he rested his head on her shoulder before looking back up. "Do you want a drink?"

"As long as it's not spiked."

"I'll start my search for a non-spiked drink." He nodded, getting up from his chair, struggling to make his way through the crowds of students.

She watched as he pushed passed people before her attention was caught by Seth and Quil across the table. Both of them were trying to get the other in a headlock, Callas heard Seth yell at Quil, "I won that money fair and square, so pay up!"

"I never said that there was money involved!" Quil argued back.

"I have the best hearing out of everyone! You said fifty bucks, now pay up." Seth struggled to lock Quil in a headlock as he fought back.

"Even if I did bet money—which I didn't! It wouldn't be fifty bucks!"

"Quil, give me my money."

"No, you give me my money!"

"But you lost the bet!" Seth's eyes widened as he yelled back at Quil, still trying to trap him in a headlock.

"Says who?"

"Me! I say you lost."

"Where is your proof?"

Seth shook his head and looked across to Callas who was hiding her smile behind her hand. "Cal! Help. Tell him he owes me money."

"She likes me more than she likes you, she's on my side."

Callas cleared her throat. "If I remember correctly, I did claim that I can only be nice to one person at a time."

"So," Quil started, "me, right?"

"Sorry, Quil. Pay the kid his fifty bucks." She shrugged.

Seth cheered as Quil released him, digging into his pocket for the money. Callas smiled at them as Seth gripped the money and fist-bumped the air with both hands, cheering himself on. Reaching over to the middle of the table, Callas picked up a small cube cut piece of watermelon and placed it in her mouth. The music changed, but this time she didn't know what it was. From the corner of her eye she saw Paul and Jared playing a card game between them, something Callas hadn't noticed when Embry and herself had walked over to them in the beginning. Instead of money, they had placed small pieces of food as the winner's prize. Turning her head to the other side, Callas watched as the Coach began to separate half of the dance floor—probably the dance-off that Embry was talking about when they were in the truck.

As the music continued to thump and vibrate along her bones, Callas turned to the crowd of dancers as she sat, waiting for Embry to return with their drinks. Thinking it was merely her mind playing tricks on her, she saw a familiar figure, standing, watching her with a smile. Although, his smile didn't quite reach his eyes and it seemed different than usual. Callas wasn't sure what it was about the smile but it was odd. Henry stood in the middle of the room. His tie was neatly secured, his shirt was clean and pressed, and the blazer he wore hung from his body like darkness had surrounded his body like a cape only a King would wear. Her eyebrows furrowed as she uttered his name under her breath. The hairs on the back of her neck pricked up as she tilted her head, maybe he didn't want to go over to her, she was sitting next to Paul, after all. Callas turned her body, leaning over the side of the chair as she continued to look back at Henry.

"Henry?" Callas asked as she stood up.

Paul stopped his conversation with Jared and turned around in his seat to look at her weirdly, lowering his cards on the table, face down. "Cal? You alright?"

"I didn't know Henry was coming tonight," she told him, not taking her eyes off Henry as he continued to stare at her.

"Where?" Paul looked around, his eyes scanning different areas of the crowd.

"Right there." She pointed in front of her.

"I don't see him?"

"Well, a few people just walked in front of—there!"

Paul cleared his throat, standing up, fixing his rolled-up sleeves as they began to fall back down. His arms shot out to grab her upper arms as Callas took a step towards Henry. "Callas."

"Let me go, I want to talk to Henry!"

"Callas," his voice rose.

"Henry!" She tried again, this time louder.

People around them turned to look at her. "Cal."

"Why are they looking at me like that? I just want to talk to Henry."

"He's not there." He pulled her back as she stopped resisting.

"What are you talking about?" Callas turned her head to look at him.

He gave her an apologetic look. "Henry isn't there, Callas. Have you been getting enough sleep? Do you need some air?"

"But he was right,"—Callas turned her head back to Henry, although the space was now empty—"there."

"No, Cal, he's not. Just sit down, maybe eat something. Embry should be back with your drink soon, I think he's coming back."

"You saw him though, didn't you?" Her voice came out weak as she allowed Paul to push her down on her chair, moving her to face the table.

"He would have told you if he was going to be here, wouldn't he? Maybe you just wanted him to be here. The lights could be playing tricks on you," he suggested.

"Maybe." She hummed, nodding her head, still unsure of why she saw him. "Yeah, maybe." She nodded again.

"Good."

Callas didn't understand. But then again, she was going crazy. But she was sure schizophrenia usually showed up in women later on in their twenties, not teens. Then again, she wasn't sure if that was what was wrong with her either. Maybe it was the lack of sleep getting to her. She was reading a lot more later than she should have been, and the fantasy books that she gorged out on probably didn't help her vivid imagination from running wild with different theories. By the time Embry had walked back and set her drink down on the table, Paul had returned to his game with Jared. Embry wasn't aware of what happened while he was at the drink table and he wrapped his arm around the back of her chair once more.

"You okay?" He asked as he took a sip of his own drink.

Callas picked up her cup. "Yeah, just tired I guess."

"That's understandable. We can go now though if you want? I don't mind."

"Let's just stay for a little while longer," she told him, sipping on the drink.

"Whatever you want to do." Embry nodded to her with a smile growing on his face. If only he knew what was happening to her.