A/N: okay here's a pointless prom flashback, pointless, but it shows that Erik could never dance.

Chapter three:

Nadir's POV

"Teach me to dance…"

My first thought upon hearing that was 'this man is a complete psycho!' I saw him dance only twice before, once about five minutes ago, and the other time, at prom. I shudder at the memory of that fatal night…..

pointless Prom Memories

I had joined the girl's grinding chain near the beginning of the evening; those girls sure could shake what their mama gave 'em! Erik wasn't having the best of luck, however.

He was being such a wallflower! I mean, he can pull off the whole "lurking evilly in the shadows bit, but this was PROM! Get out of character for a second man! I had tried to get him to come grind with me and the girls, but he second Jenny tried to pull him over, he broke out the lasso. I just sighed, and dragged the body out into the parking lot and went back to the chicks. If he wanted to be such a 'boring little fart' then he could go ahead! He wasn't going to rain on my parade!

About an hour later, I heard loud laughter echoing through the gymnasium. I looked in the direction of the laughing and saw the most hilarious sight I had ever seen.

Erik was dancing. On a table. Doing a Russian jig of some type. I imagine that this is how he would act if he had just taken a huge overdose of morphine, or opium, or both. This suspicion was what made me run over and throw him over my shoulder, taking him away from the crowd. He pushed me off of him and yelled "I WAS JUST TRYING TO 'HAVE FUN'!"

At that moment he broke down and ran to the opposite side of the room, and disappeared.

I sighed, and decided that I would find him later, when it was time to leave. So I went back to the girls.

After my tush and groin were officially chafed from so much grinding, I decided to go get some punch. I filled up two paper cups and was about to bring the over for Jenny and I when I felt a firm grasp on my leg.

"WHAT THE F-?"I screamed.

"Shut your mouth, Persian! You'll give me away!"

"Why are you hiding under the refreshment table?" I asked, although I knew that I really didn't want to know.

"There are waay too many people here, Nadir, I want to go!"

"Whoa, Erik, chill out! Its prom, the whole school is here!"

"I KNOW! That's why I want to go! I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE!"

"Why not?"

"They're all making fun of me!"

"I doubt they've even noticed you"

"Yes they have! They all laughed when I started to dance before, AND there are these two people under the table with me…"

At this I raised an eyebrow

"I thought that you didn't like people"

"Eww! Nadir! Not like that! They're with each other! The girl keeps on laughing!"

"It's Prom! Everyone's drunk as the devil! You would be laughing too, if you weren't such a freaking loner, you would be drunk too!"

"Fine, if you won't leave, then I'm leaving. I should warn you though, if I leave, no one will live."

Uh-oh. I knew that when Erik made a threat, he went through with it. I ran out of the gym just as soon as the doors closed and barred themselves shut.

"ERIK!" I called. "ERIK!"

He crept out of the shadows, apparently innerly focusing deeply on something….

"I have decided to leave after all." I proclaimed.

"I knew that you would." He said, apparently having childhood flashbacks.

At that moment, the opera house- I mean high school-broke out in flames. He had pulled a Carrie. Just as I had suspected.

end of pointless prom flashback

Okay, the point of that story was that Erik can't dance. Period. When he dances, people laugh, and then people die. That's the deal. I had to do it, though.

So I replied "of course, old friend."