-Fun fact: There's actually a band called 'Fitz and the tantrums'! :D 

 I don't understand why people don't seem to like me. I'm a Vacker. I guess people are just weird sometimes. I walk towards Marella. I see her gag in Sophie's direction. I roll my eyes. Girls. I grab Marella's hand and start to lead her towards the closet, but then her hand lights on fire. I scream and pull away, blowing on my hand. Almost everyone's laughing. Stina's the only one who isn't. Instead, she's shooting me a concerned look. My hand is red and practically peeling off. I glare hard at Marella. "Sophie, I want to go in the closet with someone else." I ignore Marella's cheering, and focus on Sophie. She has a worried look on her face, but then it vanishes. "Fine. Chose someone who hasn't gone yet." As if she's worried I'll chose her. Nope! Instead, I walk up to Stina. "Stina, would you like to go in the closet with me?" She blushes. "Y-yeah. Thanks Fitz." I grab her hand and lead her towards the closet. When we get in, I shut the door behind us, double checking that no one was watching. Then I did practically the same thing I did with Sophie. I took my shirt off, flexed my muscles and started kissing them. I look up at Stina. "Would you like a kiss too?" She blushes and nods vigorously. I embrace her, feeling her soft lips touch mine. Then we started to make out- when the door opened