Now let’s be clear, I hate school dances. It was my first year in the United States, the land where people don’t stop for you when you wish to cross the crosswalk. I was in eighth grade and was being encouraged attend the fall dance. For only $10 you could jump around in a gym with a clump of sweaty teenagers for two hours. And, you had to pay for snacks. None of this free food nonsense. Anyways, Liam and I were exiting the cafeteria to find our friends. Liam was dressed in a preppy way, wearing a smirk that would never wash off. I couldn’t possibly imagine that he would tell me anything astute that Friday night. Once in the gym, we found a massive amalgamation of students dancing to the pop music being played by the DJ. Our friends were somewhere