It was the Thursday after the accident in the woods. I still couldn't lift my arm too much, and couldn't compete. Nevertheless, I decided to go to the practice studio. I opened the door.

"H-hi," Zack stuttered as I entered the room.

"Hey," I greeted.

I crouched down at the corner and took out my ballet slippers. Zack approached from behind.

"Why did you push me? You knew you were going to get hurt if you did that," Zack demanded.

I scoffed as I turned towards him, "You think I did that for you?"

"Don't lie to yourself Maddie!"

"Who do you think you are? I would do something that would leave a scar on my back for you?"

His face softened a little bit, "You're getting a scar?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know what? I am not going to talk to you anymore." I began to gather my bags and head towards the door.

"Hey, Maddie!"

He grabbed my injured arm and yanked me towards him.

"Oww!" I cried, "Let go!"

The instant he let go of my arm I turned to leave, but I was once again stopped by his arm on my waist.

He spun me again. I was strangled by his forceful hand on my back.

I struggled to break free.

"Le-"

His mouth crushed onto mine.

I froze.

For a moment, my heart surged with euphoria. My heart sped up.

No. This couldn't happen.

With all of my force, I pushed him away.

He let go of me.

I was out of breath. I was indignant.

"You-" Words died in my mouth. Rage was inexpressible. I couldn't speak.

"What about me?" Zack replied calmly. His eyes bore into mine like when we first met, except this time... it was more intense.

"Isn't this what you've always wanted?" He said.

"Me!?" I shouted.

He grabbed me and kissed me again.

I resisted, but soon, I surrendered to him. My arms fell down to my side.

I kissed him back.

He pulled back, and smiled down at me.

I dipped my head shyly.

"You're crying," he stated. He wiped my tears. I didn't notice tears of anger ran down my cheeks.

I bit my lip and smiled.

It was the morning a few days after. That night, Zack and I sat down in the studio and talked. We went to the beach again. Zack also picked me up from my house yesterday to go to a restaurant. However, Mackenzie saw us. She promised to not tell...

I went downstairs to see Mackenzie, Greg and my mom looking at me expectantly. Dread pooled in my stomach as I sat down on the table.

"So Maddog, who was the boy that Mackenzie saw?" my mom interrogated.

Mackenzie rolled her eyes, "Mom! Do you even have to ask? Maddie has a boyfriend!"

Greg put on a serious face, "You'll have to bring him home sometime. We also need to make sure your dad takes a look at him too."

After they were all finished with their ramblings, I looked up from my breakfast. I swallowed my food and smiled.

"Yes, he is my boyfriend. I will bring them home after a while," I tweeted. Abruptly, I collected my plate and placed them into the sink and escaped back upstairs to do my homework.

I met Zack for a stroll after dinner that night. The sun was just setting.

"Hey!" I said.

"Hey, ballerina," Zack came and took my hand in his. We began walking.

"So what are you doing for the weekend?" I asked.

"I don't have to go to the competition," Zack replied, "What, are you trying to ask me out to a date, ballerina?"

I smacked his arm lightly, "Hey! I was just curious. You were the one who asked me out first."

His face was priceless. He opened his mouth. For once, he was speechless.

"Ooh! Zack has nothing to say now!" I laughed.

After a while, Zack's face turned serious, "So I guess you're free this weekend, right?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, do you want to meet my family? They're all gonna be there for a family dinner this Saturday," Zack suggested.

"Umm..." I hesitated. Anxiety built up as I thought of the how elite his family is. They were like first-class.

"It's set. You're coming," Zack declared and wrapped his arms around my waist tightly. He whispered, "Don't worry. My parents can be a little hierarchical, but you'll be safe from my parents... I'll protect you from them."

I laughed. We were at the intersection of the street.

We both said our goodbyes and I turned to leave.

"Oh Maddie!" he shouted.

I turned back and cocked my head.

"Wear a formal gown or something," Zack said.

I knew a gown is nothing too serious. However, I felt a little out of place. A gown. His family had dinner in gowns and suits. I dined at the dance studio with my mom...

I shook my negative thoughts out of my head and walked down the street.