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Principal to break it up. All the cool kids were just waiting for the fat kid to get hers.
     
    Jessie made fists. She came at me in a boxing pose. I felt relaxed. Time slowed down. I easily sidestepped her, and she punched thin air. “Just stop it, Jessie,” I said. “I don’t want to fight you.”
     
    She swung again wildly, like she thought she was gonna knock me out. She missed by a mile. I don’t know what combination of drugs and alcohol she was on, but it wasn’t good for depth perception. I really didn’t want to hurt her. All the resentment from my high school years, plus the 5 since, seemed to drain from me right then and there.
     
    Here Jesse was, easily the most beautiful and sexy girl in our high school class, and, for some reason, she felt like she had to pick a fight with me. The big girl. Cashier Girl.
     
    Cashier Girl blocked another swing by Jessie and pushed her back so hard she had to be caught by the crowd.
     
    “Why don’t you just leave,” Leo said angrily to me. “Nobody wants you here.
     
    “Yeah, just leave,” someone else said and there was a chorus of people that said demeaning things, “get out, fatty,” and “fat cunt,” come to mind.
     
    “Are you kidding me,” I thundered back to no one in particular, “She came up and started trouble with me .” Jessie ran at me, I sidestepped her again and pushed her into the gym floor as she went past. She went down hard. Suddenly Leo shoved me with all his strength and sent me sprawling onto my side. There was laughter and then a loud smacking sound. The DJ’s drum loop stopped.
     
    I looked up at Leo who was holding his cheek in pain, in front of him was Stevie who said, “You touch her again and you’ll be leaving in an ambulance.”
     
    “What the fuck,” Leo said.
     
    “The fuck is,” Stevie said, deep and calm, “I’m gonna fuck you up if you even look at my woman again. Now get your bitch, and get the fuck out of my sight before your night turns into a horror story.”
     
    It was like in the Lord of the Rings when Gandalf gets angry and all of the sudden he seems to fill the room. Stevie filled the room with his presence. People backed away in fear as he walked to me and helped me to my feet.
     
    Leo got Jessie up and they slunk into the crowd.
     
    Stevie embraced me and the DJ started up a loop. I could have moved a mountain for that man right then.
     

9
     
    Cinder-Ella was transformed after all. Even though it almost happened like the storybook, with me running out on one shoe. I didn’t run from the dance crying. Instead, my hero got there in time to help save me.
     
    I guess the real transformation was in me. Maybe Stevie’s conversation with me about Peter Paul Rubens a few nights earlier had sunk in. All I know is, in the midst of Jessie’s assault, I suddenly saw her for what she was, an ungrateful little girl. I kind of saw myself for what I was, too, a good person. A person that always tried to make other people feel good. A person that didn’t mind not always putting themselves first. A worthy person, despite my size. So I was not ideal in the eyes of my society; I was a decent human being.
     
    Stevie and I stayed on the dance floor for a while. Touching him was so overwhelming. I didn’t know why he’d left me in the Best Western like that, and I didn’t care, now. I put my head on his chest and he held me. All my former classmates went back to their night. We kissed.
     
    The DJ had pumped it up, but Stevie and I took it slow. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear. Holding hands we went outside to talk with most of the eyes in the gym following us as we went. Stevie looked stunning in a leather jacket and a 3 day beard. I felt a bit oafish, but cute.
     
    “I didn’t know what I was doing,” Stevie told me as the fresh air hit us on the big concrete patio in front of El Dorado High. “I think you and I had only been asleep a couple of minutes when my brother banged on the