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// All Eyes On You. 
// Story: CYOA: The Athlete 
// by Forward Slash 
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The next hour went by surprisingly smoothly after you and that dude's confrontation.

The video of the situation undoubtedly circled the school's social media, ruling in your favour that you were just defending the kid, as well as making you a mini-celebrity for the day in one motion. Despite this, you hadn't actually seen the video yet. Hopefully, someone would show you or send it to you soon.

You got a few thumbs-ups from students passing you by in between lessons, as well as some stern looks from members of the basketball team. 

Knowing you were the topic of the day gave you a small burst of self-importance as you walked.

Regardless, you headed over to your next lesson, which was Music.

I mean, c'mon. 

Who doesn't like music?

You walked into the classroom with slightly more self-respect for yourself than you had when you walked through those double doors this morning, and sat down in your usual seat.

Students who had never even bothered talking to you before today were now acting like you'd known them since pre-school - people waved, smiled, or just gave you a curious look as they found their way to their seats in the classroom.

It was slightly jarring if you were honest.

Finally, everything seemed to quieten down after the teacher finally walked in.

...Or so you thought.

"New Partners!"

...
The class became visibly unnerved at the possibility of being paired up with someone undesirable.

"Don't bother looking around, I've already done the heavy lifting for you..."

As she said this, she projected an extensive list onto the whiteboard with two columns, each row holding two students' names.
Scanning the list for your own name, you find it towards the bottom, along with someone called...

"Cheese... Sandwich?"

As you said this, someone seems to bounce into the seat next to you.
You turn to see a smiling yellow dude perched on the edge of his seat, looking at you with eager intent.

You extend a hand to your fuzzy brown-haired acquaintance, telling him your name.

He takes your hand with some speed and begins shaking it with a force that rivals a jackhammer. 

"Hey! Nice to meet you - My name's Cheese, but you can call me Cheesy! Hopefully not literally, of course!"

You chuckle at the pun - he's obviously used that one before.

He continued.

"You're that guy, right? The one from the video of..."


...The guy talking that bully out of... uh... Bullying?"

...The guy staring that bully down?"

...The guy who hit that bully?"