Student Council outdid themselves again. Every once in awhile, Noah regrets not trying harder to get himself on the dance committee, but then, who would be the appreciative audience? Who would ooh and ahh and tell Venus and Neal that they're geniuses? No, better that he just enjoy all the fun, and none of the work.

And anyway, he's on a date. He'd rather devote his attention to Eli than worry about freshmen breaking props, or votes being tallied properly. "Dance with me," Noah demands, putting his arm around Eli's waist and tugging him towards the dance floor. "Before you can find a weapon and be the one to murder me."