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Chapter #7

Forgiveness is not easily obtained. That's a bloody fact.

We all know it.

Angel knew it.

So why would he think he would earn her forgiveness easily?

But oh, no one said he thought it that way.

He had paid for his boldness. And it had hurt so damn much. He knew he deserved it; he did not complain. He did not insult her. He did not hate her.

No.

He tried to earn her forgiveness. The best he could.

Only question was… Why would she do such thing? Why would Miss Aubrey forgive him?

He had insulted her. He had played with her. He had mocked her.

And those were things Aubrey did not forget.

And yet, she forgave him.

Why?

Well, it was pretty obvious that Angel wouldn't stop begging until she gave in. She would get tired sooner or later, he knew it, and so she did. So what other option did she actually have? But to forgive him?

But, oh, she made him win her forgiveness. She would have his servitude in exchange for something as precious as the one thing the Latino seek.

She wanted to see him sweat for it; beg for it, cry, kneel… God that's too cruel, even for her… but oh well, you get the point(?).

It was definitely not easy. And that's the one thing Angel would never forget.

"If you break it, you buy it."

Only thing he didn't know was that what he had broken would cost him ten times more than its original price.

Miss Aubrey was not cheap.

But, it was totally worth it. And Angel smiled every time he told so to himself.

You've made a point. He kept repeating. And he was, finally, right.

Weeks later, when the Latino went to the club, he discovered, pleased, a most beautiful surprise.

Sitting in the VIP zone, he saw his beautiful redhead schoolmate walk in, and a smirk was placed upon his lips.

For his surprise, she located him and stared back. No emotion reflected in her huge shadowed eyes.

And was even more surprised when the girl walked towards him, into the luxurious space. He didn't dare to move as relished her precious body.

"What are you staring at?"

He didn't notice when she stopped right in front of him.

"What?" He asked, startled.

Hands resting on her hips, the young lady looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. "I've asked you, what are you staring at? You playboy jerk."

"No need to use that language, sweetheart."

"First time you don't use a Spanish word, should I worry?" She genuinely smiled.

"Actually, no… but if you put it that way… cariño." Angel winked her an eye.

The redhead rolled her eyes. "I think I prefer the other way around." And she sat beside him in the couch.

There was no girls around him this time.

Wonder why?

He was about to get some when Aubrey arrived.

Angel moved to the side to let her some more space. Respect?

"Whoa. First time you sit with me, should I worry?" The Puerto Rican smiled.

The girl rolled her eyes. "I can sit at the other side of the club if you want." She started getting up.

"Hmm… Unfortunately for you, love, I see no VIP zone at the other side of the club." Angel calmly said, sitting comfortably as he fixed his fedora to half cover his eyes. "And I see no empty tables on this side."

"Well that's not a problem, dear." She said, marking the last word as she was about to call someone to do the dirty job for her.

"No!" He suddenly exclaimed, half raising.

Somewhat startled, the redhead stared at him.

The Latino unmoved.

Why did he do that?

Angel regained posture. "I mean, please stay, your highness, I've no problem with you sitting at my side; on the contrary, I find your company most pleasing." He slightly bowed.

Curse his lust.

Unsure, and brows arched, yet decided, Aubrey sat down again.

"So what are you doing here, preciosa?" He asked.

The girl sighed. "I guess I'll get used to that." Then she put her chin between her hands. "I just came to have some possible fun, or is that illegal, you pimp?"

"Whoa, calm down chica."

"However, tonight I've come because Emilia asked me to." She continued, immutable.

"Where is she?" Angel asked.

"She was supposed to be here half an hour ago." Aubrey sighed.

"So your plan was to arrive late so she would be waiting, instead of you?"

"Kind of." She replied, "I never wait for anyone."

"Wanna dance while Emilia arrives?" He suddenly said, smiling.

The redhead immediately laid eyes on his. "Are you going to keep asking until the morning comes?"

"Kind of." He smirked.

Aubrey sighed, "If I have no choice."

They both stood up, then Angel offered his arm to the young lady, whom carelessly accepted.

"I wonder if it was a good idea to forgive you, after all." The girl said as he lead her to the sparkling dance floor.

"Starting to regret?" Angel asked, slightly looking down at her.

"I made a fair decision, did I not? We both ended up winning something" She returned the gaze briefly, before looking at the front again. "So why should I regret?"

It was true. They both had won something in the end.

A friend.

And, for Aubrey, several weeks of not doing her scholar works -someone, who shall not be mentioned, was very occupied doing so-. A fair treat, was it not?

However, 'friend' was not the word one should use on these two. Not, at least, the world Aubrey would use.

They were no friends. Merely classmates with very few things in common. He flirted, she rejected. He bothered her, she got annoyed. But they still had their good sides; he asked for a dance, she accepted; he helped, she thanked.

That was how they worked.

"No, you should not regret, Aubrey." He said.

She looked at him, but no sign of possible joy was reflected on her fine features.

Anyone would say she hated him, for her displays of any emotion different from hatred or scorn were very rare, and they were something she would never do publicly.

"Shall we dance, then?" The redheaded young lady asked her Latino companion, once they placed themselves in the middle of the dance floor.

However, they were wrong.

Angel placed a hand upon her waist, drawing her closer as they held hands together in a quick, gentle move. "Of course."

And with that, they left themselves get lost in the beats.

It was too soon, too quick, for Angel to feel this emotion rising from the deepest, furthest corner of his lusting heart.

Graceful, unreal moves traced their bodies, bonded in a perfect synchrony.

She was a ballerina, Angel knew. Classically trained, it was obvious she could do so much more than the rest of the people.

A perfect dancer.

Her skin felt like alabaster under his touch. It could only be lust.

She seemed rapt in the music. Eyes closed, colored cheeks, and a tiny smile poking in her delicate lips.

Angel felt his smirk falter.

But her smile seemed brighter each time.

A nameless sickness started to grow inside him. And he was very glad when the song came to its end and he was able to get a drink.

Perfect performance, no doubt about it, but he could no longer bear that perfection.

He looked at her. And she was more radiant than before.

No. There was no way this could be happening. He had to control himself.

Do not falter, do not falter, do not falter…-

There was an upset, however, when he felt the vivid touch of her hand on his of just ten seconds ago.

Victim of a dream, he was forced to awake when familiar voices asked for a dance battle.

"You're already here! You can't miss this chance…!"

"And she's here too mate…!"

"C'mon Aubs, you know you can beat him…!"

When did he get lost, he did not know. All what he knew right then, was that their friends had arrived, and wanted to see them dance.

It was only a dance, get it over with. You're excited, you've drunk, and you're so utterly joyful, are you not? You want to have her. Yes, but we have to control it; we don't want to have a very embarrassing situation over here, do we?

"We've already danced!" Protested an annoyed Aubrey.

"We know! But we only saw the end!"

"We want to see a dance battle girl!"

"Hey Angel! Do it!"

They were forced again into the dance floor, unable to protest or get away.

Finally.

The redhead and the Latino were pushed into a circle, facing each other, their friends surrounding them. Watching, waiting for the spectacle to begin.

"Ya ready?!" Screamed MacCoy taking the DJ's place.

Angel politely bowed before her, as the gentleman he had been raised to be.

She returned the greeting, as the lady she had grown to be.

It was finally happening.

No feelings. Nor any emotion sparkled between the pair when the song was on, and their time to show off their skill had come.

Fairly called dance battle. For dance battle it was.

They were quick. They were seductive. They were passionate. But only one could win.

Aubrey got the boys. Angel got the girls.

He could win, and he knew it. The shine of her smile, and the smell of her perfumed flesh would not take him away; not this time. He had to win.

But the young lady was winning.

Fine, delicate, and perfect, she moved in sync with the beating music. Yet Angel would not let her steal his victory. The Latino smiled when he noticed his rival had started to force herself on more complicated moves.

Then, there he saw his chance.

Easily, quickly, Angel moved in a perfect sequence of graceful, yet difficult moves, making Aubrey to step back.

Having her chin in his hand in a delicate touch, his victory was here.

The winner was here at last.

Cheers and applauds raised in his honor, and he felt the triumph flooding his heart. But then, he looked at his companion.

Panting, the young lady stood still. Hazel orbs wide open and looking right into his, the Latino saw no emotion in them, but surprise, and anger.

Angel prepared himself for a non deserved -or perhaps yes- slap.

But it never came.

Instead, Aubrey's jaw tightened, as her eyes contained a harsh look. The girl pushed his hand away and turned on her heels, heading straight to the exit.

She didn't speak a word.

She didn't look back at him.

She simply walked away. Look high and chin up.

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