I looked down at Dante who was staring at me with wide eyes. I couldn't help but want to squeal in delight!
I finally beat him! After all those awful years of planning and practicing, I've finally beat him.
"Hehe!" I started doing my gloating dance around him, "I beat you~ I beat you~ Guess who beat you? I did!"
Dante was still flabbergasted by the whole situation and didn't move an inch.
"Fufu! Are you gunna cry? Please cry. Dooooo it! Come on already! Just cry for me!"
I was really looking forward to him crying when he found out he had lost to me. Shouldn't he be so humiliated that he has tears in his eyes? Why does he just have that dumb look on his face?
In the stadium, my mother held her head in her hands and leaned over in embarrassment. She was mortified her daughter looked like a boy and wore pants. But that wasn't the worst part.
