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Previously:

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.

Gunther's POV

I was just about to bite into my burger when I heard gasps and giggles coming from all around me.

I looked up to see what all the commotion was about. I saw one of my ex's, Stacy, walking with a water bottle.

I wondered why it was so surprising to everyone. And then I saw her stop in front of Cece.

She suddenly dumped all the contents of her water bottle onto Cece's head.

I thought my eyes were deceiving me so I blinked a few times, but sure enough, the sight was still in front of me.

I couldn't actually believe it though. When I had told Cece that girls would do things out of jealousy, I hadn't meant this.

I mean, my ex's have done some mean things before but this was way overboard.

I thought it would just be a vicious note left in her locker, or someone hiding her dance clothes, but this? This public humiliation?

Even though I swore to make her sorry, I didn't mean it like this.

I knew I was heartless, but even I had spared a few feelings for the little red head.

I saw Cece slowly rise from her chair and head towards the exit.

She looked emotionless as she left, and I heard Stacy snicker with her friends and saw them high-fiving each other.

I don't know what came over me, but I grabbed my Gatorade bottle and headed over to Stacy's table.

"Hey Gunther, like my little show?", she winked. "Yeah, I did", I laughed.

She got up quickly from her seat and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I knew you would, ugh, that stupid newbie doesn't deserve you", she scoffed.

"Well, there's one thing I didn't like about that little stunt though", I told her. "What?", she asked with a slight frown.

"Hmm… I don't know. Maybe that it should've been you." I then proceeded by opening my Gatorade and dumped what was left of the bottle onto her head.

"Ahhh! What the hell, Gunther?", she shrieked. I smirked, "Don't hurt yourself anymore than you have already", and then I went back to my seat.

I heard Stacy sniffling as her friends tried to dry her with napkins.

I received a few glares, but also a few grateful smiles as I went back to my seat.

"Great", I thought, "I'm a hero and a jerk."

When I sat back down, my friend Matt asked, "Dude, what was that? I thought your relationship with Red wasn't for real."

I told him to shut up and I quickly shoved my burger down my throat so I wouldn't have to talk anymore.

I didn't even know why I felt this way; I mean, I really was just using Red, wasn't I? But when did I get these feelings of wanting to protect her?

I didn't want to be in this crowded cafeteria anymore, so I left early.

I decided to just go wait by my next class, which was English, because I didn't want to have to deal with all the questions I'd be getting.

I began walking down the hallway to my class when I bumped into my teacher, Mr. Noland.

"Hey, Gunther! I'm just going back home to grab a few folders I forgot. Heads up, there's a quiz next period but you didn't hear it from me", he winked.

I laughed, "Allrite, thanks Mr. Noland!" I headed to my locker to grab my notes so I could study before class started.

I then went back down the hallway again to get to my class. I checked the clock; "Still 12 minutes left to go", I sighed to myself.

I was about to open the door when I heard a sniffle coming from inside. I peeked inside the window and saw Cece sitting at her desk.

She was so dazed that she didn't even notice me, so I decided to study her for a bit.

She looked so fragile and hurt. I felt a tug at my heart. Her bottom lip was trembling, so she bit it to stop herself from crying.

Her face suddenly lit up for a second, and then she grabbed something out of her backpack. Bubbles?

She began blowing them, and then she began watching them as they floated away.

She looked like she was about to cry, and I couldn't help but think that she looked kind of…cute.

She suddenly looked down at her desk, and I saw a few tears drip onto her desk.

I had the urge to burst through the door and shove my sleeve in her face so she could wipe them away.

She wiped her cheeks, and when she looked back up, her face was emotionless as it had been in the cafeteria.

The thought crossed my mind that she looked exactly like a doll, with her perfectly curled hair, pale skin, and pink cheeks.

I hadn't realized that I had been staring at her for that long until the bell rang, when I saw her suddenly shove the bottle of bubbles into her backpack.

I saw her close her eyes and take a deep breath, and then she smiled.

She was trying to be happy even after what she had just been through.

There was more to her than she had let people see.

I didn't even know why I cared in the first place. I just did though.

I saw some kids coming down the hallway, so I casually entered the classroom. Cece finally noticed and looked up.

"What an oblivious girl...", I thought to myself. She blushed and looked back down.

Mr. Noland suddenly walked in, "Hey guys! Glad to see my classroom not destroyed!"

Since I knew Cece wasn't in the mood to talk, I answered "You're welcome! By the way, I'm going to sit next to Cece from now on. Is that okay?"

Cece suddenly looked up and gave me a questioning look. "Sure!", Mr. Noland replied.

He was a chill teacher, so I assumed he wouldn't mind, and he didn't.

I plopped myself down next to Cece, and watched as everyone filed into the room.

Some people gave me questioning looks, but none dared to ask me to move because they though I was "The Man".

Class began and I looked over at Cece, who was fumbling with her hair.

I stared at her until she looked back. Her facial expression remained emotionless but her cheeks turned slightly pink.

She looked back down at her lap. "This was going to be a fun class", I thought to myself.