Prologue:

Opposites

Duck stared at the boy across the room from her. The green hair was the first thing you noticed about him, second was his eyes that were an odd mix of jade green and black, then his not-so-nice attitude. Unfortunately the boy was her dance partner for today and possibly longer. It wasn't that he was a bad dancer it was just whenever they got within five feet of each other they were always fighting, pushing, pulling, yelling, or grabbing hair. She had been pegged as a slow moving target ever since he started his bullying.

Mr. Cat had decided to 'switch things up' and make them all have different partners. This however was not a good idea on Mr. Cat's part because moments after those words had been uttered the whole class went into a riot. Rue stood at the front of the line, throwing a tantrum over not getting what she wanted as usual. Duck was actually quite happy at the beginning because it meant getting rid of Femio. The guy always tried to put the moves on her, and made her really uncomfortable.

Fakir didn't care because his partners always quit within two days of being with him. They always had the same thing to say, how he was cruel and refused to work with them, letting them fall to the ground, not caring if they broke their ankles. He thought that if they were paired with him, they should be up to par with his standards, which were very, very high.

Duck shuddered; this was not something she looked forward to. Fakir was the second best in class and she was last. Rue being first female and Mythos being first male. Rue and Mythos had been partners/lovers ever since duck can remember. Fakir was Mythos' best friend and Rue's most hated enemy. Mythos and Rue were both prodigies and most of the time were excluded from normal classes because they didn't dance with anyone but eachother.

Duck was never in their 'clique' you could say. She stayed with her only friends Pique and Lillie, they were in her age group and were her complete and total opposites. They had crushes on guys and were loud. Duck was the quiet one but also the one who always got in trouble. Nobody was her friend because Mr. Cat told them to not to be around such a bad influence. Often at times they were just her friend because they felt sorry for her.

Fakir was a writer, she was an artist. He was rude and mean, she was polite, and kind to those all around her. He was so smart, and she was having trouble passing in most of her classes. He was one of those people that every girl and some guys had a crush on. While she was the girl no one really bothered to glance at. They were two completely different people that lived in completely different worlds. This partner ship would be the worst thing to happen since war.

After the riot Fakir and I were still on opposite parts of the room. The new partners had started planning and talking about ideas to do, while getting to know eachother. They were going one by one, dancing for Mr. Cat. She would probably be called some type of obscenity like always. While Fakir would be called as if he were Mr. Cat's son the way he played favorites made her want to pull her hair out. She closed her eyes; from the way Mr. Cat did things Rue and her partner would go, then Mythos and his partner, and then Fakir and herself. They would all be last so they had the most time. Mr. Cat would bring in the private musicians and be unbearably cruel if any of us three messed up. Hopefully one of her friends from the music orchestra would be there and she could have them do a song she new.

Duck watched as her old partner Femio danced with a girl and watched with mirth in her eyes in remembrance as the poor girl's eyebrow twitched as Femio's hands went a little to low. The dirty pervert couldn't help himself. Duck knew this but this girl didn't, she hadn't even spoke to Femio before.

Suddenly Rue was called and Duck sighed the time was coming and she was getting scared. Mr. Cat called in the orchestra and the best vocalist the school had, Katrina. Lucky for Duck three of her friends Andréa, Scarlet, and Lepton were there and all waved. Rue was graceful and made dancing ballet seam like it was the simplest thing in the world. Her partner had no expression and just did the deed as you could say. Then Mythos went up with his partner and led the poor girl who was gushing into a Pa de Dux. Rue had looked irritated as she watched them. When they finished Mr. Cat as expected called on Fakir and me.

My gut twisted and I walked over to Andréa. He saw the panic in my eyes and tapped the others shoulders. They all looked up and I whispered in Andréa's ear to play a song I knew and he nodded his head and told the others. They all took their instruments and tuned them differently so they could play it correctly. I had requested The Prayer by Celine Dion.

As I walked past Mr. Cat he said, "It's not time to be talking with friends Miss Duck but actually time to pay attention, like all our other students did." I froze in mid step and turned to face him. I looked him dead in the eye and said, "Well maybe if you stopped sniffing your catnip you would know that I was placing a request so I wouldn't make a fool of myself and you for teaching me." He was quiet as were the rest of the class for that matter.

I looked at Andréa and nodded my head. I walked over to Fakir and waited for the first note to play before we started. I recognized the sound immediately as we started dancing. Fakir actually kept me from falling twice and wasn't as cruel as I thought he was going to be but was defiantly much more experienced than I was.

We ended the Pa De Dux with me in the front splits on the floor, my hands barely touching his jaw line, with him kneeling down in front of me, his hands on my waistline. His face was close enough that our breath was mingling while we froze in our last position. We had pushed ourselves as far as we could, feeling the emotion in ballet. That was the best ballet performance I had ever done. We both snapped out of the trance we had fallen in to when we heard the applause from every corner of the room. Rue's nose was upturned sneering at everyone.

I took my hands from his jaw line, he took his from my waist and stood, before taking my hand and helping me up gracefully. Qe watched as the class still applauded and Mr. Cat stared in disbelief. He probably couldn't believe I hadn't fallen on my face right when we started. I blushed a rose color and hid my face in Fakir's jaket. He turned to face me and I watched as he bowed to me, on instinct I curtsied, darn etiquette classes.

"Well done Miss Duck, Mr. Fakir. Thank you for the… grand performance both of you." Fakir and I both nodded and I walked away. I gathered my belonging and left the dance class room.