I'd like to start off by thanking MaxRideNut for prank ideas in this chapter—they were completely brilliant ideas and you give me ideas almost every chapter—thanks! Then, I would like to thank every one who reviewed and got me almost to 200 reviews! (No offense to cheerleaders, especially since I was one—you'll know what I'm talking about later.

On the way there, I pretended to sulk. It wasn't easy, since all I really wanted to do was break out into maniacal laughter.

We let Ella choose the movie, and we ended up sitting through a romantic comedy. It wasn't sad, so at the funny parts I would laugh really hard, just to do something, but my heart just wasn't in it.

I could tell that something was about to go wrong, I was scared to find out if it was Fang retaliating…or something worse…something a lot, lot worse!

I didn't have to wait long, when we got out of the movie, Ella asked if we wanted to do anything else.

Just as I was about to voice my fears, the reason of my fear was out in the open.

It was Fang retaliating…and it was something much, much worse than I expected.

"Let's go…SHOPPING!" he yelled.

Nudge and Angel started to bounce up and down and Gazzy looked excited. Iggy was trying to act all cool, but I could tell he liked the idea too.

Ella looked at me. I pouted, and said, "I want to do that thing I told you about earlier though!"

Ella was confused, but played along. "Alright, we'll split up," she said, "who wants to come with Fang and me?"

Iggy was forced to come, just so his cool façade wouldn't melt. I knew he didn't want to, but I had to make sure that someone came, so I selfishly let him. He could shop later, right?

On our way to the dance studio, I started doing that 'cheerleader talk' again.

"Ok-ay, so what do I need to do before I like start ballet?" I said

"Ba-ba-balle-ballet?" Iggy chocked out, laughing really hard.

"Yes, I like love ballet, okay? Oh my gosh—I just like rhymed!" I gasped as if I was really happy.

"No you didn't…man, Fang, there is something seriously wrong with you lately…but it's hilarious!" Iggy said, still in hysterics.

The rest of the way, I chatted about why I thought ballet was so amazing.

"It's so graceful. I love the way ballerina's jump like they are weightless and twist like it's the most natural thing in the world. It must be so wonderful to be up on that stage with lights on you and not care about anything as you prance and twirl and tell poetic stories," I said.

"SHUT UP, FANG! I'm worried about you now," Iggy said, half laughing half serious.

I hummed the rest of the way.

At the studio, I signed myself up for a beginner's ballet class.



Then I went to go meet the instructor for some pre class instruction.

"Okay…" said Mrs. Granger when she saw me. "How do you expect to do ballet with a cast boy?"

I hadn't thought of that…so I answered stupidly, "in a tutu?"

I was kicked out of the studio for that, and the whole way home, Iggy just wouldn't stop making fun of me, and when he would stop, Ella would start laughing spontaneously.

"Wait till I tell everyone else this story," she said…to my benefit of course.

I grinned in my mind, but out loud, I said, "ha-ha, what's so bad about wanting to do ballet?"

Iggy shook his head, muttering about crazy teenagers.

And it only got worse, after I got Ella to help me find a tutu in my size.

At home, I could feel it in the air, something was about to happen.

Fang was upstairs 'getting ready' apparently, and so I said I would join him, because, you know, I had to "like show everyone how totally amazing and hot I looked in my dance clothes."

I went to the room, and changed.

When I was done, I blew myself a kiss in the full length mirror, and stepped out of the room.

At the same time, Fang was coming out of the bathroom across the hall.

We looked at each other and screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"