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Lights flashing, music pounding, monstrous herds of people passing, all their heads turn to stare at what's taking place in the very center of the dance floor. Me. I could see everything, could hear everything, I could almost taste everyone's shock and amazement as I was struck across the face by my own boyfriend Ryan Hobbs, the most seemingly perfect Senior Jock you could ever meet. I'm frozen, I don't know what to do, should I run? Should I scream? Should I strike back? Never once had I ever expected this sort of thing to happen, least of all to me.