A/N: Chapter 3!
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Sonny's POV:
"Sonny!"
I sighed. I wish I was woken up in a kinder way.
I got up, did my chores, Blah blah, got ready, blah blah, blah... lets just skip to the part where I'm at school...
The excitement over CDC had mostly died down by now. It had been three days since he came. And thw worst part is, he didn't even know my name. He simply referred to me as 'dental hygiene girl'. Of course, I avoided him as much as possible after the whole steak incident. I told Tawni about it, but she just laughed. And said that I wouldn't have been as embarrassed if I wasn't head over heels for Chad. I just ignored her, even though she kept pestering and teasing me about it.
I pushed away my thoughts as I entered the school. There were a lot of people buzzing around, I wonder what's happening? I hadn't come with Tawni, so I was slightly later than usual since I'd walked all the way. I walked to my locker when I saw a group of people clustered in front of the bulletin board. I furrowed my brows as I put my bag in my locker and walked to the board.
Great. The school dance is coming up. It's only there once in 4 years, so you get to attend at least once if you've been there since freshman year. And unfortunately I'd promised Tawni that I would go to the dance. It's a really big thing in our school, you dress up the best you can but you have to wear masks; it's a masquerade ball type thing.
I really don't want to go unless I'm able to wear sweats. I don't fancy wearing fancy clothes, especially in public. Besides, I don't own any anyway. The who school thinks I'm ugly and fat, since I wear baggy clothes. And I don't know why, but I'd like it to stay that way.
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I was just wishing that Tawni hadn't heard the news already as I walked to my locker. We both had completely different classes today, so I hadn't seen her. It was the last class of the day. I had gym. Tawni thought I was very lucky I had gym last period, because I didn't have to go to my next class all sticky and sweaty. Which was good. Just then, my best friend showed up. I mentally groaned. Judging from her excited self, I was guessing she already knew. Time to make up excuses.
"Oh hey Tawn.", I casually said.
"Don't you 'hey Tawn' me! I know what you're going to do; you're going to try to pass the dance. Well honey, it ain't happenin!", she suddenly burst out.
Dang, that girl knew me too well.
I sheepishly grinned at her and said, "Please? Besides, I don't have the clothes or a date."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Sonny, that's a stupid excuse. I'll get you the clothes; and we'll both go together as friends.
"Yeah but... umm... Oh yeah! Felicia won't let me go!"
"Sonny, I distinctly remember you telling me the other day that Felicia was going to Vegas for a month next Friday."
I opened my mouth to say something, but Tawni cut me off.
"And don't you dare say that your step-sisters won't let you go. They're too dumb to threaten you."
That shut me up.
"Fine" I muttered. "I'll go."
"Yay! I always get what I want! And I'm always pretty too!", said Tawni, clapping her hands.
I rolled my eyes, but smiled at her.
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I glanced down at the world's most unattractive gym uniform. I know what you're thinking- gym uniforms are supposed to be ugly, there's practically a rule about that. But are your school colors purple and yellow? Didn't think so. That's like the worst color combination ever created. Even I could have chosen better colors. What about red and black? Or Blue and white?
I groaned as I remembered what we were going to do, again.
We were currently doing a unit on square dancing. Who does square dancing in gym? That just sucked. But that wasn't even the worst part. Both Rachel Lebowitz and this bully called Bob Zimmer were in my class. Luckily for me, they were both paired up for square dancing. I had this weird guy called Rodney Franklin, and he sweated a lot while dancing.
But I'll take Rodney and his sweaty hands over mean Bob anyway.
Mr. Rolando, my gym teacher, stood in front of us taking attendance. I spaced out after my name was called out, wondering what chores Felicia had decided to give me today.
I was startled back to reality when Mr. Rolando blew his whistle. I looked up.
Oh right, I forgot that this was Chad's first gym class since he'd been here, so Mr. Rolando was introducing him.
"Class, this is Chad Cooper, a new student. I hope you all treat him well."
"Dylan sir, my name is Chad Dylan Cooper.", Chad stated. Ugh, him and his arrogance.
Most of the girls sighed and waved at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel lean forward with interest. For some reason, this really irked me.
I took a proper a look at Mr. Jerk.
Despite my displeasure of his presence, my next thought was: he actually looked good in purple and yellow. And let me tell you, that is not an easy feat.
Mr. Rolando consulted his attendance sheet.
"And since... Rodney Franklin is out today, you can partner up with Alison Monroe. Sonny, will you raise your hand?"
My heart immediately started pounding like crazy. Why me? I thought. I waved my hand weakly at my new dance partner. Maybe he wouldn't recognize me in my uniform, since neither did he know my name, nor had he actually seen my face properly when he had come for dinner, or at school, for that matter. Plus, it was my only hope.
Chad grinned as he walked over. He flopped to the ground besides me. "Dental Hygiene girl!" he said. "What's up?"
I smiled despite myself. And my face, once again, turned hot.
He grinned at me and then followed a silence. An awkward one.
Then I saw him frown for a moment. "Hey, if I say something, promise not to get offended?"
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Wow, Chad Dylan Cooper being polite? And it depends."
He rolled his blue eyes but said, "So, the uniform's changed since I've been here, and I've been in a couple of schools before too, but I can honestly tell you, I've never seen a gym uniform as ugly as this one. We all look like Easter eggs!"
I couldn't help myself. I snorted. Loudly. "You're right!"
Rachel, who was sitting directly across from me in the next row, leaned over. "Very lady-like, Sonny," she said, giving Chad a big smile. To my delight, he ignored her. He leaned closer to me as I felt tingly all over. Oh god, this has got to stop. "Who does she think she is?", he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "The captain of the manner's police?"
I laughed like it was the funniest thing I'd ever heard. Rachel gave me a dirty look.
As I searched for something witty, or at least not lame, to say to Chad, Mr. Rolando blew his whistle again, signaling the beginning of class. Turns out we were learning a new dance today. Mr. Rolando put his hands on his hips and began to demonstrate the steps. I had to give him credit, for a muscle bound gym teacher, he was certainly light on his feet.
Then it was our turn.
"Ladies to the gents' right," Mr. Rolando instructed.
"Yee-hah," I said weakly, and Chad chuckled.
As we formed our square, Chad said, "I have to warn you, I am totally uncoordinated when it comes to shitty stuff like square dancing."
I chuckled. "You couldn't be any worse than my regular partner," I said as the music began playing.
But I was wrong, very wrong.
Chad was the most terrible square dancer ever. And I felt sparks every time we moved.
But he laughed every time he stepped on my feet. And so did I. When he accidentally bumped into me and I went flying into Rachel and Bob, and Rachel said loudly, "As smooth as ever, Sonny," I didn't even care. Very strange.
And the weirdest part of all? This time it was my hands that were sweaty.
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