Chapter 7- I Have Him Back

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I woke up the next morning and for the first time in what felt like years, I smiled. He really did love me. 

When I was all ready to go  to the Studio, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." Said my dad as he opened the door.

Leon was stood there smiling.

"Leon, you know you are not allowed at this house!"

"No dad, it's fine!" I interrupted.

"Well, I'll let you talk."

"Why are you here, did something happen?"

"Is it so bad to want to walk the love of my life to school?"

"No, let's go. One sec."

I ran into the kitchen.

"Angie, I'm going to walk with Leon, is that okay?"

"Yeah, I'm taking the car anyway, I have a lot of stuff to take in today."

"Okay, bye!"

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"So, you will need to get into boy girl pairs for this class." Said Gregorio.

Diego smiled at me and Lara smiled at Leon. But he put his arm around me to show that we were together.

"And 5, 6, 7, 8"

We began dancing when Leon whispered into my ear. I giggled quietly.

"Miss Castillo, what is so funny?"

"N-nothing." I said, trying to contain my giggles.

I whispered back into Leon's ear and he smiled at me. He whispered back and I smiled back.

Gregorio looked back over at us,

We carried on dancing and then Leon moved his hands so that one was around my waist and the other was on my cheek. We were staring into eachother's eyes, completely ignoring Gregorio's shouts. 

We moved in closer and closer until eventually, we were centimetres away from eachother's lips. 

"MISS CASTILLO, MR VARGAS, WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING TO ME."

Everyone was staring at us and I caught a glimpse of Lara's face before I closed my eyes and moved in closer until our lips touched.

It was the perfect moment until Gregorio marched over and pulled us apart.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, NO KISSING IN THE STUDIO! GO TO ANGIE'S CLASSROOM NOW!"

We walked out pretending to be embarrassed, but when we were in the corridor, we both burst into laughter and walked hand in hand to Angie's classroom.

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