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After we stopped staring at each other, I helped Mario clean up. It took so long to put the broken glass into the trash without cutting ourselves. It was almost 7:00, and my mom is the type to always come to things early. So, it was kinda odd how she wasn't here yet. Although, I wasn't in a rush. I just never really learned anything, I mean I couldn't. No teachers were here. Just Mario and I.

"Hey can I ask you something?" Mario asked.

"Of course."

"Why did we stop talking?"

"Wasn't it because you moved?"

"Oh yea. Sorry, dumb question." He said.

"No, no it's fine. Really, it's okay." I said.

Time went by, and it was now 7:15. My mom really was suppose to be here by now. I started to get a bit nervous. Wondering where she was. I guess it showed how nervous I was, because Mario asked if I was okay.

"Well my mom was suppose to pick me up a bit before 7:00. And I'm kinda worried about why she hasn't."

"Oh, well my big sister won't mind bringing you home." He said.

"Well, no one is home at my house. At least I don't think. Plus, my mom wouldn't want me to be home alone without her permission."

"Why don't you text her and ask?"

"She isn't answering any of my calls or texts."

Mario then picked up his phone, and just walked away. I mean, it made me feel quite uncomfortable. I didn't even know what he was doing or where he was going. This academy was pretty big, and today was my first day. Plus, I never got a tour of this huge thing.

He came back on what seemed like thirty minutes. He picked up his bag and mine. And started to head to the door.

"Well aren't you coming."

"What are you talking about Mario?"

"Dance is over, and my sister said she can pick us up."

"But I can't go home."

"I know, were bringing you to our house."

Alright, I immediately thought woah. Like Mario and I have known each other for a while and everything but it's been a year since we've talked. And, I'm not as comfortable with him as I use to be. And I don't know if my mom would approve of me going to another boy's home.

"Mario, I'm sorry but I really shouldn't go."

"Are you joking? I'm not just going to leave you here. You have to come. I insist."

"Alright."

I didn't know if that was a good or bad decision to make..I guess I'm about to find out.

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