Gilbert and Louis Rule the Universe: First Impressions Read Online Free

come up and it is time to go. We are herded out the doors. I strategically place myself right behind the boys as we walk out. I push my way up so that I can hear what they were saying. Ralph leans over to Jason. “I thought you told me there were cute girls at this school.”
    “Dude, sorry, I thought there were,” is Jason’s reply. I feel like I have been punched in the gut. Is this guy kidding?
    I break away. “Can you believe what he just said?” I tell the girls what I overheard. Could this be true? Does he think we are all dogs? We all agree he must be totally stuck up and conceited. Gilbert asks quietly if I had heard anything Dylan said.
    “No, but that Ralph, what a jerk, right?”
     
     

 
    Chapter 4
    Saturday, November 7
    Today’s horoscope: Someone you might not suspect is taking notice.
     
    “I might like Dylan.” Gilbert confesses to me the next day.
    We are on our way to the jazz class we take every other Saturday at Grand School of Dance.
    I am only half paying attention to her, when I answer. “You should. You guys totally looked cute dancing together.” I am still thinking about what Ralph said to Jason.
    “Really?” Gilbert perks up.
    “Yeah, totally. What about that Ralph guy? What a jerk. And can we talk about his name? Hello, gross.” I can’t stop thinking about it. Somehow it felt like instead of dissing all the girls in the school he was just dissing me. I mean, he was my mystery guy. Oh, right, I haven’t told you about the first time that I saw him.
    Last spring, before school let out, I was sitting at our dining room table working on my homework. Well really, I was staring out the window watching the clouds, when I see this guy walk by. He had on a tight white t-shirt, jeans, flip-flops , and a Bermuda fishing cap. I know, the hat would have looked ridiculous on anyone else, but on him it looked amazing. I barely got a good look at his face, but from what I could tell, he was beautiful. I didn’t know who he was, where he was coming from, or where he was going. I even tried to make a sketch of him that night just so I could keep an image in my head. I know, I’m so lame, but my art skills did not do him any justice so I threw it away. Then, about a month ago, when I was driving with my mom I saw him again. My heart fluttered in my chest as we passed. We came at him from behind so I still didn’t get a good look even though I had craned my head around in a totally obvious attempt to catch a peek. But now after the dance, even though he didn’t know I had been crushing on him, I am devastated. No, it is more than that, I am pissed.
    “Yeah, totally a jerk,” Gilbert agrees.
    Gilbert and I arrive at dance class. We had been taking class here since the third grade and had finally made our way into Level Three. Well actually, they just keep promoting you as you get older. Level Threes get to put on performances for family and friends. The next level is more competitive. Level Four is when you go on tour and perform on stage for schools and old folks’ homes and places like that. I can’t wait to be a Level Four.
    When we get into class we take off our shorts and shirts that we’re wearing over our tights and leotards. Other girls from school are there, too. Fab Fivers Chloe and Hannah also take the dance class. Chloe always stands front and center, right behind the teacher. I always stand in the front row but all the way over to the side. Gilbert and Hannah stand in the back because they are so tall. We get to our places as the teacher breezes in. “Alright, ladies, we have a lot to get to today.” She claps as she begins the warm up. Gilbert floats around jazz class that day. The teacher even comments that she is dancing beautifully. I, on the other hand, am like a rock. I can barely get my feet off the ground during the jetes .
     
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    We walk back to my house after class. We are deep in conversation about the qualities of a good cell phone when we see