A dance

Our class had 44 students that allowed it to be divided in partners so I didn't need to worry myself with being left partner less. However, we were still given the troublesome act of choosing our partners and being a transferee, I was at a disadvantage because I only met my classmates yesterday and I barely even remember the names of half of them, I can in no means simply ask some random girl to be my partner nor can I just wait for someone to pick me as, again I am the mew kid.

I turned to Nadia and her friends hoping to find my salvation there but they already had partners of their own. Jon was with Nadia and Styles with Mina, I would have asked Lucy but there were a lot of boys who went around her. I was at a dilemma, and I had two choices, one was to ask a stranger or to wait and see who was left. Either was extremely awkward and the longer I waited the more I was left behind, damn it all.

"Sr. Dundal, Arvior doesn't have a partner." Jon called out to our teacher upon seeing my troubled look, damn it Jon I know you're trying to help but that just further embarrassed me, there are better ways to find me a partner…of course he knew that too… but knowing him he would definitely choose what was more fun for him, tsk I made a mistake of choosing such a person to be friends with, I am sure Jon will continue pushing me in awkward situations in the future too.

Mr. Dundal, far too busy with flirting with Ms. Strega could not be bothered by such things as handling his students, come on Dundal at least don't go dragging Ms. Strega in your troublesome ways. "If you have any trouble with choosing a partner, allow the class president to choose it for you" Mr. Dundal said without turning his attention completely away from Ms. Strega who although was talking to him was busy creating formations for the dance, ha serves you right so lazy schmuck.

Another problem arose from Beverly being dragged into this and upon hearing what Dundal said, she sighed and looked towards me. I put my hands together and gave and apologetic look, then glared at Jon afterwards who was having the time of his life putting me in such troubles. His image is really dropping here that sadistic son of a weasel.

Beverly approached me and stretched out her hand to me. "Come on, I'll be your partner." She said looking disinterested and upon hearing that a lot of my classmates gasped and I could feel cold jealous stares from some guys behind me. Shit! I knew going to this school was going to be trouble, I knew it and yet I still came, shit! shit!

I shyly took her hand saying thanks and quickly breaking eye contact. I'm sure I will be bullied after this, I'll probably be titled as "The arrogant bastard who was hogging the Queen all to himself" look damn it I didn't ask for this! I would have been just as fine taking Pigtails over there which apparently is Atlas' partner, huh I'm sure Atlas could have picked someone better but who am I to tell him about following the hierarchy when I myself am reaching way out of my league…damn that Jon, I'll get revenge for this one day.

After a few minutes everyone had partners and we began dancing the basics. Ballroom is a very stupid dance if you ask me, I mean dancing alone is hard enough but doing it with a partner synchronized while also following the beat, while also being careful not to step at your partner's feet, this dance should be called rhythmic synchronized minefield, I will change the name of this dance one day so people won't be tricked into thinking this awkward exchange would be considered fun.

I felt uneasy while holding Beverly's hands and waist, and partly to blame was the piercing glares of my classmates. Come on! This isn't my fault, but I can't mess this up…If I do then not only will I fall from the graces of about 70% of the boys here but I'll also be a target for Beverly's despise.

I focused my whole body and tried to sync it with hers, I held her hand tight but not enough that it would hurt and I pulled her thin waist closer to mine so that movement would be less restrained, I only read about dancing in ballrooms and although we had balls back in Emric city I never really danced and preoccupied myself with making connections with the wealthiest men, or protecting Father. Either as his son or bodyguard, I never strayed away from father which is why I am not too keen at dancing but it seems I am not bad, nothing compared to Beverly of course who seemed to have mastered it completely but I'm certainly catching up with her pace and making sure I'm doing the steps.

"You're too stiff" Beverly criticized me as she whispered to my ear which made some boys furious at me who got the pleasure of being so near to the Queen.

I quickly adjusted my stride and loosened my grip on her, trying to look less stiff but that only resulted in me losing the rhythm and losing the syncing of our dance, which resulted in her almost tripping but I pulled closer fearing her wrath but only did worse in preventing her fall for now our noses were touching, and we were so close that I could feel her breath.

For a solid 5 seconds we were just intently staring at each other and being this close to her she really was beautiful, even without all her makeup she would still look stunning, I should know because for some reason I found it hard to move away from her even knowing the trouble I am in, I just couldn't help but look at her cute flustered face as we gazed towards each other our breath completely in sync I could see the slightest movement of her eyes, her hair that swayed towards the corners of her rosy cheeks I could only wonder then why Jon would ever let her go, this girl so fine that even someone like me struggled to move away.

Thankfully I regained my composure and I quickly pushed back before anyone could notice but she only stood stunned. I am dead, so so dead! We stopped dancing and Mr. Dundal quickly called us out looking slightly annoyed, perhaps because his dance with the beautiful Ms. Strega was interrupted. I didn't have it in me to take the lead once again but Beverly regained composure and we started dancing again, although this time we were as far as possible and couldn't even look each other in the eye, our bodies were completely out of sync but neither of us tried to change it or criticize the other for it, for the first time even Beverly was losing her rhythm but we continued dancing on until the period was over and it was time for recess.

Both Beverly and I walked away from each other immediately not even sharing a glance and I sank into my chair while groaning in my mind, if someone saw us there I would be dead, hell I think I may be dead right now. I can only guess what is going on at Beverly's mind, a million insults and a billion ways she wanted to kill me, don't worry Beverly I want to kill myself too, but right after I kill Jon. Speak of the devil, he approached me amused at how awkward Beverly and I became and for a while I didn't even bother listening to him, I just looked at him wearily as he went on and on with his snarky remarks.

"Earth to Arvior, Dude are you listening? I asked if you want to come with us to the canteen."

"Oh…um sorry…yeah let's go" I stammered a bit in my response which was definitely still in character so Jon didn't suspect much. Still this will be troublesome as in the next two days, there will be Music class once again and I'm sure Dundal wouldn't miss the chance to dance with Ms. Strega for another hour, and Ms. Strega would never refuse the chance of teaching us 3 times a week instead of just 2.

We walked towards the cafeteria along with Nadia's group and as usual Jon was lively talking about this and that, sometimes Nadia or Styles would too but as of now only Jon was talking so I took the opportunity and went closer to Styles.

"Dude, you've got to switch partners with me. I can't handle the Queen"

Styles only smiled at me with pity. "Sorry bro, you know there's only one guy who can partner with her without consequence." I sighed knowing that one guy is Jon and even if he didn't enjoy my suffering, I'm sure he wouldn't pass off the chance to dance with Nadia, certainly not to me, the guy he explicitly warned not to get too close with her. Could all that Jon be doing to me done out of jealousy? No it's too early to assume that, Jon isn't that type of person.

The rest of the day came without much eventfulness and I met most of the teachers now but there is nothing much notable to them compared to the other 4, you can simply imagine them as middle-aged men without any peculiar skills in teaching nor keen interest in their subject. They all look lifeless like our peculiar adviser only that he had the skill to make up for his indolence.

Jon invited us to go to the café again but since Styles refused, I also did because I had quite enough of my classmates for the day and I wanted a taste of my old life again. The one filled with crime and danger, the way to that was through Timothy.

I went back to the dorm first to change my clothes and took the unlucky phone then quickly went out wanting to leave as quick as possible, almost elated that I can have even a fragment of my old life back, however once again I encountered Harry.

"Hey, Arvior. Whatcha got there? A phone? Oh right we should exchange phone numbers"

He then took out his own phone and I was slightly shaken up by his prying questions, as well as the fact the phone I held was that of a perverted drug user and if he saw what's inside this expulsion would be the least of my problems.

"Oh maybe next time" I then hid my phone and walked away but he stopped me.

"Ooh what are you hiding there, it's a picture of your girlfriend isn't it" He then went forward and tried to take my phone.

"I am telling you it's nothing, please leave me be." However, Harry didn't relent and continued prying. I tried to keep it out of his reach but he was much taller than me and had wide arms, I couldn't keep it from him much longer as he pulled it from me with full force, having no other choice I had to force him away.

He took my phone and was about to open it but I sucker punched him the first moment I had which led him stumbling down to the ground letting go of the phone which I quickly caught, I looked back at him and he was certainly in pain but somehow I couldn't bring myself to pity him.

"I'm sorry but you left me no choice" I said to him as I walked away, he remained groaning in the ground. I couldn't hold back my punch because it might not have been enough to keep him away but perhaps at full force might have been overkill. I might need to apologize much more intently later but I wished I didn't, I can at least keep people like him away from me. They are nothing but trouble, hopefully this would make him realize that, I only regret that someone else hadn't done it to him sooner because then I wouldn't have needed to be the one who punishes his prying.

Father taught me that when I first arrived at his home. I was simply walking around the mansion when I first found what was the real source of all his wealth through written documents in his office. I read a almost all of it; smuggling, gambling, even drugs he had dealing with all of it. He would get millions from just a single dealing. I was looking for patterns in his dealings when he caught me picking the lock from his drawer and he soon beat me senseless.

After he was done with that he dragged me half unconscious towards a dark alley where his men then did the beating for him. I never fully physically recovered from that day and even now I have to make a conscious effort in order not limp, back then I understood never to get caught, at all costs.