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Previously:

I sighed, he had found the perfect revenge. It was a win-win for him. He found a way to lose all the annoying girls, and he found something that would bother me at the same time.

My thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly turned back around.

"Oh, and by the way, it won't be my responsibility if those girls do anything to you out of jealousy", he smirked.

I felt like my breakfast was going to reappear.

I felt sick so when I got to English, I decided to ask for permission to go to the Nurse's office.

Since my Mom had the night shift today, she had time to pick me up early from school.

I curled up in my bed immediately and fell asleep soon after. I woke up to the sound of knocking at the window outside.

I got up and found Rocky outside the locked window, so I unlocked it and she quickly slipped in. "Are you okay?", she worriedly asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine", I managed to smile. "Are you sure? What happened with Gunther?"

I thought about telling her; she was my best friend so surely it was okay. I slowly started speaking and told her what happened.

"Oh my God, Cece. I'm so sorry…", she hugged me when I had finished speaking.

"And not to mention," she continued, "his ex-girlfriend's are usually really vicious. I hope you don't get hurt.."

"Huh," I thought, "so he wasn't lying about the jealous girlfriends after all."

The next day at school, I found myself receiving a couple of glares from girls I didn't even know.

"Wow," I thought, "word travels fast around here." I also found a couple of guys checking me out as to see if they approved of Gunther's new girlfriend.

I felt uncomfortable, but luckily, Rocky noticed and would always block for me.

Classes went by and I received more glares in the first three periods than I had ever received in my life.

The dance room was pretty crowded, so Gunther suggested we practice outside of class.

I had to agree, with all the movement in the dance, we were going to need a lot more space. Gunther suggested we meet up at his house on Saturday afternoon.

I was hesitant to agree, but I did want the A, so I said yes. At lunch was when the first act of jealousy happened.

Gunther wanted to make the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing believable, so we walked into the cafeteria together with his arm around my shoulder.

I had to admit, it felt nice, and he smelled nice, like peppermint. Gunther went to go sit with his friends, and I went to sit next to Rocky and Deuce.

Suddenly, a random girl came up to me and dumped her entire water bottle on me. "Well," I thought to myself, "at least I chose to use waterproof mascara today."

Everyone gasped, and some girls even laughed. The girl looked smug, but I was determined to be mature about this.

Without saying a word, I got up slowly and started walking towards the exit of the cafeteria.

I was actually kind of glad it was water, because from the drops dripping from my bangs onto my face, the others couldn't tell that I was actually crying too.

I didn't even want to see Gunther's face so I kept my head up high and focused my eyes on the exit.

I exited the cafeteria and right when I went walked around the corner, my mask of confidence broke completely and the tears came pouring down.

I quickly ran into the girl's restroom, and used the hand dryer to dry my hair as best as I could. I was just about to comb my hair when I heard someone coming in.

I quickly ran into the nearest stall and locked the door. I put my feet up on the toilet seat so the person outside wouldn't see my feet.

Then I heard Rocky's comforting voice. "Cece? Are you in here?" I sighed, I didn't want her to see me crying and I just wanted to be alone at the moment.

I took a deep breath and in the most cheerful voice I could manage, "Hey Rocky! Yeah, I'm in here.

Watching that water drip down my bangs made me want to go bathroom really badly! You shouldn't stay in here though; it's hazardous and embarrassing from the noises I'll be making in here."

I threw in a laugh for extra measures. I guess she didn't buy it at all because she said "Cece…."

"Really! I'm fine, Rocky. Go back to lunch, I'll meet you next period and we can talk then, okay? I promise!", I chirped as happily as I could.

Once I heard the restroom door close and her footsteps distancing from the bathroom, I came out and rinsed my face with the cool water.

It made my eyes less red from my crying and it calmed my pulse. I then reapplied my mascara to make my eyes look livelier, and less puffy.

I put on my happiest smile and left the bathroom.

I looked at the clock in the hallway, and found I still had 20 minutes left before lunch ended.

I didn't want to go back into the cafeteria and experience all the teasing I'd get, so I decided to go wait by my English class.

Surprisingly, the door was open. I walked in and waved hi to my teacher, Mr. Noland.

"Oh hey, Cece! I was just about to hurry home to grab a few folders I forgot before class started. Are you okay to stay here alone?"

"Sure, Mr. Noland! I promise I'll take extra good care of your classroom", I replied. He left, and I was left with 15 more minutes of boredom.

"Wait a minute," I thought to myself, "I have bubbles!" Call me crazy, but I don't know why, I've always loved bubbles.

They've always cheered me up when I was sad, so I brought them everywhere I went. I grabbed the bottle out of my backpack and began blowing them.

Watching the beautiful little orbs floating through the air automatically lifted my spirits.

I watched the bubbles float through the air and I sadly thought to myself, "Well… that's okay if they hurt me. I'm going to be stronger next time."

I became so caught up in my thoughts and watching the bubbles.

So caught up, that I didn't notice that I was being watched, too.