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AnimeQueen1260: Thanks to all your reviews. I'm glad you've been liking this (: I tried my best to make everyone be on character. Thanks again.

Guest: And you can't imagine how happy you made me when I saw your review(: About that part that confused you, is that Angel is interested in Aubrey, but not in a sentimental way, it's more like he desires her; carnal pleasure. He's a playboy, it's understandable (or so I think).

Rima Echizen: Love you girl:*

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P.D.: Sorry, short chapter/:

Chapter #4

A girlish pop song played in the room.

The redhead had just exited her bathroom when she stopped to listen to the song.

She grinned; "It just fits my personality."

Then walked towards her full length mirror.

Her reflection over the perfectly neat surface stared her back, and she, not daring anymore to let her lips curl even a millimeter, unwrapped the towel around her slim body, just to reveal her bare perfection. She studied her nude body, then asked herself how long it would remain like this. A satisfied smirk crossed her lips when she realized it would be a very long time before she started losing her beauty.

Yet, one must know perfection is only matter of perspective.

However that was something that obviously didn't apply for the young woman, who carelessly, yet carefully, clothed herself to once again hide her bareness.

How easy, how perfect, a life like that can seem.

Beauty, youth, power, wealth, cleverness… She had it all. How grant it was to know that no one would ever be at your size, that no one would ever compare to you, because you knew that you were, and would always be, the very best of them all.

Well, that was exactly how this girl felt about herself.

She was short of nothing. All what she wanted, she had it.

Mommy and daddy had always given her everything, always wanting to make their 'little princess', the happiest girl in the world. Not knowing -or perhaps yes- that they were just spoiling the little girl without any measure, making her become something they'd regret one day.

And yes, as it might be expected of someone like her (beautiful, rich, and powerful), she was good at almost everything (honestly, no one can be good at everything), but however, from her own point of view -and from those beneath her-, she had no mistakes, no imperfections, not even a single failure. Oh no, she had to be just perfect, there couldn't be even a single misplaced detail; everything must be just fine… or, oh well… perfect.

Yet, as still expected of someone like her, she had all the wrong things her spoiled childhood had given her; snobbery, egocentrism, sass, arrogance… well, you may guess the rest.

She would ever, ever see her own mistakes, and even less admit them.

Such a perfect life it was, one must admit, though all it's failures, it was the life every girl would want to have.

And yet, she never expected that she would -one day- lose it all.

As a pretty, rich girl, Aubrey liked to hang out in exclusive clubs, however, there was only one that actually called her attention.

She was pretty fond of going to the late night club with the crew or -most times-, alone, every week for a night of fun, a night to show her talent, her skill, her perfection.

And she was the star, the princess- no; the queen. 'Princess' was a very low term to define her greatness. Yet, she would admit both titles without objections. Because she knew she was the best.

Until he arrived.

A Latino, no less.

Who did he think he was to try to make an equal of her? To even ask her to dance with him?

But oh, you theoretically said yes.

"Shut up."

Then he had proved to be just good enough to follow her step.

Witch barely impressed her, actually, but even she had to recall his talent. He was good, there was no doubt.

However, she did not return the next week, nor the next one, nor any other since.

Why?

She refused to answer the question.

Then it bothered her to no end that everybody wanted her to have a dance battle with him just because he was good and made everybody love him.

Anyone can do that…

"He can dream on winning to me, but he never will."

Yet she never honored the call.

Why?

She would never tell.

And then -to her exasperation- she recognized him at school, his face -and voice- wasn't something one could easily forget.

Then, and only then, she understood she would have to battle him just to erase the stupid smirk that appeared on his lips when he looked at her.

"Jerk."

However, she never expected what would happen then.

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