We ran down the steps. I peered around a corner, making sure the coast was clear. Damian and I scurried to a storage closet and opened the door.

I gasped and Damian's jaw dropped. "Oh my God," Micky gasped when we opened the door. Samuel had jumped away from her as soon as we entered.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. I covered my mouth. "Wha… What?" I looked at them in confusion. Samuel had a kiss mark from Micky's lip-gloss plastered on his face. He was looking at the floor, blushing profusely.

"Erm, we can explain," Micky said, "Well it just happened… and keeps happening… everyday after school." I could almost laugh at her explanation of things.

"Wait," Samuel said, looking up, "What about you two?"

Damian and I blushed, averting eye contact with anyone. "We, uh," Damian started, "It, just happened…" Micky was the first to laugh then we all joined in.

"C'mon, we're going to be late to Glee," Micky said, shuffling us along, "And we're agreeing to never speak a word of this till the time is right, right?" We all agreed.

I climbed into Damian's car and Micky got onto Samuel's motorcycle. "Wow," I said, watching them pull out, "Never though that would happen…" Damian shrugged, starting the car.

We pulled up to Lindsay's house and ran down the stairs to her basement. "Sorry we're late," I said, "We got held up at the school."

"It's fine," Mr. Schue said, "Hannah just finished her beautiful song to Alex about bravery. And with that we and finished, new assignment time! Regionals." We all cheered. "Now, at sectionals we did well with jerking tears. This time, however, we need to get everyone's hearts beating. We need to find an anthem. We're taking this and we're going to Nationals!" We all cheered. "Any ideas?"

"I have one," Emily said, standing up. She whispered the song to the band. "Hit it!"

"Can't stay at home,
Can't stay at school.
Old folks say,
'You poor little fool'."

She flipped her hair.

Down the street,
I'm the girl next door.
I'm the fox you've been waiting for.

Hello Daddy,
Hello Mom,
I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb.
Hello world,
I'm your wild girl.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb."

I started nodding my head to the music. I love Joan Jett.

Stone age love and strange sounds too,
Come on baby let me get to you.
Bad nights causin' teenage blues,
Get down ladies you've got nothing to lose!

With the line she grabbed Lindsay and mine's hands, pulling us to the stage.

"Hello Daddy,

Hello Mom,
I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb.
Hello world,
I'm your wild girl.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb."

Lindsay and I started some simple choreography we knew. We had practiced for another song but decided to use it there.

"Hey street boy whats your style?
Your dead end dreams don't make you smile,
I'll give ya something to live for,
Have ya, grab ya
'Til you're sore."

Everyone stood up and started dancing and clapping along.

"Hello Daddy,
Hello Mom,
I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb.
Hello world,
I'm your wild girl.
I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb."

Matheus took his metallic chair and banged it on the floor to make the bomb noise.

"Cherry Bomb!
Cherry Bomb!
Cherry Bomb!
Cherry Bomb!
Cherry Bomb!
CHERRY BOMB!"

Lindsay, Emily, and I hi-fived each other and sat down. "Woah," Mr. Schue said, applauding us, "Definitely on the maybe list. Let's see what the other's can bring?"