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	Sonny had never witnessed a hostage-like situation before outside of films and shows on Netflix and Hulu, but watching Ryland take complete control over the dance was as close as he was ever gonna come to seeing such a thing happen. And he had to admit it took balls. Sonny didn’t care about most of the people around him. To be honest, outside of the Misfits, Stella, and even Kavi to an extent, the only other person Sonny really gave a damn about was the elegant and equally stunning redhead that towered over him. Their bond of friendship meant the world to him and he had remembered her speak about the obnoxious Ryland. He understood why she felt like that. Rye was a lot to handle at times. Even to his closest friends, he could be a bit of a douche.

	So, that’s why Sonny watched Rye stand over everyone with a microphone in his hand, and his voice starting to echo like a holler in a pictureless hallway. 

	In the beginning, Rye demanded attention. “Yeah, like that’s anything new,” Sonny murmured, laughing under his breath as he let his friend continue.  As he did, he went on to formally introduce himself as though gaining the approval of most of the asshats in their class was something he needed to do. Sonny shook his head at that and how he directly gave Ariel a wave. [color=ff8c00]“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’s going to just appreciate being singled out like that.”[/color] Again, the peanut gallery had some more opinions.

	The next bit was some generic Kodiak moment about being happy and all that sappy useless bullshit. He thought he was going to throw up. Whether or not that had to do with the alcohol in the punch or Ryland trying to sound like a romantic remained to be seen, but through it all, Sonny still didn’t have an inkling of where he was going with this.

	Sonny was about to walk forward. He was mid-step when his idiot friend directed his attention at a very specific person. When Sonny heard his date’s name being mentioned, he stopped with his foot still in the air and his attention (as with everyone else’s) was directed on Julie. 

	Deep in his stomach, Sonny felt it twist and lock itself in complex knots as it donned on him just what was happening. He knew what Rye was doing and it made him [i]sick[/i]. Not because he was against it. Lord knows he didn’t care if Rye loved Julie or not. If he did, then good for him. As long as he was happy. No, Sonny was annoyed for a different reason. 

	As Rye’s voice screeched and made his ears bleed, Sonny couldn’t tear his gaze away from Marisol. She appeared to be as shocked as Sonny was or maybe she wasn’t. Perhaps his girlfriend was in on this. [color=ff8c00]“Of course she would be,”[/color] Sonny muttered, gritting his teeth. He tried to block out most of Rye’s singing. But something he couldn’t unsee was Ryland’s dance moves. Yeah, he wasn’t bad but did he really need to go [i]that[/i] far. And lord knows what Julie must think of all of this…

	Sonny shook his head, his eyes going between the three people who would otherwise mean the world to him but the only person he couldn’t stop worrying about was, in fact, his date. But perhaps that’s why he wasn’t told about this. How dare Sonny spend time with his date, right? How dare Sonny stick to a plan that [i]Marisol[/i] coerced him into? 

	Yeah, it might be an understatement to say he wasn’t happy. Another understatement would be how close he was from reaching his breaking point, but Sonny was a chill guy. Or at least, he could learn to be chill. Maybe all of this wasn’t as it appeared to be.

	And then Rye was in front of them. Of all the things he could have said to him, he dared tell [i]him[/i] his girlfriend needs him? Why couldn’t she say that to him herself? 

	Chill Sonny. Don’t get worked up. Just smile.

	And so he did. [color=ff8c00]“Thanks for the heads up.”[/color] His voice came out neutral, though partially with a small percentage of the anger he was feeling. He turned to Julie, smiling. [color=ff8c00]“Guess I’ll see you later.”[/color] Sonny offered her an apologetic smile that was filled with worry from the way his eyes focused on her and the way his lips slowly curled. 

	Waiting for a moment, the teen took to the parted dancefloor and quickly made his way across it. He fixed his narrowed eyes on Marisol, marching his way over to the DJ’s booth. Without so much as a warning, he grabbed his girlfriend by the wrist, pulling her away from the ballroom and to a secluded corner that was far enough away from anybody. Should the music start back up again, he knew they would be far enough so they could talk.

	Once they came to a stop, Sonny glared at her. The first time they would actually be near each other since the dance started and it wasn’t a happy reunion. [color=ff8c00]“Okay, start talking. What the fuck was that, huh!?”[/color] Sonny’s voice was high and cracking slightly with a rising temper in it.[/color]