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Previously:

I saw the back of a person holding the hand of my groper with one hand, and punching him in the stomach with his other.

I couldn't see the person's face very well, seeing as I was pretty short, but the train stopped and it was my turn to get off.

I wanted to thank the person so I tried to get as close to them as possible. Then I saw the blonde hair and clear blue eyes.

Gunther?

"No, no, no", I thought to myself, "There is no way that it was Gunther that saved me.

Maybe I'm just being delusional, but there is no way that it was Gunther."

I found Rocky after a few minutes and told her what had happened, and she agreed with me.

"There's no way that was Gunther! He's never that nice, maybe it was just someone that looked like him!" she told me.

We walked to school and went to our classes. To me, the first three classes passed by way too quickly because I didn't want to see the yellow headed jerk.

I groaned as I walked to my next class because I realized the next two periods would be with him.

I've always loved dancing, so I was determined not to let him ruin my favorite class of all time.

The dance floor was the one place I could be a genius and I wasn't going to let him take that from me.

Surprisingly, he didn't even bother talking to me either.

I should've known that it was too good to last, because in English, he did the one thing I've always feared the most.

We were reading Romeo and Juliet in English, and it was popcorn reading.

Gunther, being popular as he is, got chosen to read pretty quickly.

He read his paragraph at a moderate pace, and then said "I popcorn… Cece", with a smug grin on his face.

"Well", I thought to myself, "There goes all my nice thoughts about him. And to think I actually thought he could be an okay person…"

I looked down at my book, my hands becoming clammier by the second.

The book just looked like a huge bowl of alphabet soup to me, and I was sure that he knew that.

One quick glance at him and my thoughts were correct- he did this to me on purpose.

I was determined not to let him win this so I tried my best.

I had been practicing reading everything from cereal boxes to billboards ever since I found out I had dyslexia.

Now was the time to put it to the test. I took a deep breath in and I slowly but surely started reading.

Luckily the paragraph was pretty short so I finished without any troubles.

I glanced up and saw a disappointed yet angry look on his face, and I smiled to myself. "Who's the smug one now? Yeee-yuh", I chuckled in my head.

The rest of my day went by fairly quickly, despite the fact that Gunther tried to trip me during lunch.

Lucky for me, Deuce pulled me out of the way in time. Rocky tutored me in Geometry once we got home, and then we watched a few Disney movies together.

The next morning, the train was still really packed, but Rocky and I strongly linked arms together and stuck with each other like glue.

During Dance class, the teacher taught us how to tango.

She said that we would need to partner up and choreograph a 3 minute tango dance with our partner, and then perform it in the auditorium for the rest of the class to see.

The teacher reminded us, "Pick a partner that you will not end up hating by the end of this project. It is due in a month's time!"

She also said "it takes two to tango", so she made all the guys and girls line up.

Our teacher is pretty old fashioned so she told the guys to pick which girl they wanted to dance with.

The first guy in line picked Susan, who blushed deeply and ran off to the other side of the room to begin practicing with him.

After a few minutes, the line of boys and girls got equally shorter. Next up was Gunther; I could hear his girlfriend from a few days ago smugly bragging to her friends,

"He's a great dancer and we make such a cute couple. We're totally gonna rock this!" Then he said something that made her and her friend's jaws drop.

My jaw dropped too.

"My partner will be… Cece", he said. "WHAT? Baby, this must be some joke! You're choosing me for sure!" I heard his girlfriend shriek.

"Nope, I choose Cece, and that's that", he strongly stated. "If you choose her, we're through!", she demanded.

"We were already through", he said with a bored tone. Then he grabbed my wrist and towed me to the other side of the room.

I could still hear his girlfriend, err, ex-girlfriend's high pitched voice whining to him.

Then I remembered that he chose me as a partner...

The tango was a very intimate dance with the dancer's bodies pressed super tightly together.

I could feel my face get redder by the second.

Why did he have to choose me?