April Microfiction

 

Like. Experiment. Known.

Oh, what was there not to like about him with that beautiful smile and piercing eyes? Yet when we went to the party at his friend's on the city's west side, I felt like an experiment with all eyes on me, ready to dissect every move I made. How could I be someone that he liked, since I was not of his caliber, but a plain girl in cheap clothes? I was a townie after all. I should have known I would have been put in my place, and he knew it too when he whisked me away on the dance floor.