Music blared through the gym, and shouts erupted as people rushed to the dance floor, my friends among them, and I was unable to resist. We danced nonstop through four songs before the DJ played a slower song. I wandered back to the table as they paired up with their dates.
"Want to dance?" Isach asked before I had a chance to sit.
"Sure." I shrugged.
He laughed. "Try to control your enthusiasm."
He put his hands on my waist, and I put hands on his shoulders, and we swayed to the music.
After a moment, he asked, "So, she's really not that happy?" Isach's gaze wandered over to Abby.
She had her head on Wyatt's chest, and his arms were wrapped tightly around her back. There was a certain peace and calmness on her face, but Wyatt just looked bored. I frowned.
"No," I said, refocusing my attention on Isach. "I mean, she's having fun, but she keeps telling me she wants to find someone who looks at her the way Trent always looked at me."