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And, after some time, I've decided that I will translate this fiction to Spanish for my Latin readers.

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Chapter #9

Oblio was gone.

That was the first thing everybody noticed the next morning -aside from noticing Angel didn't wanted anything serious with Dare-.

But the lonely dancer was gone. Bodies had seen him part in his motorcycle; he was sure he had seen him disappear in the night. But then, where was he?

"The host never showed himself, did he?" Aubrey stated the next morning.

Discussing in the classroom, they little cared of who was listening. Angel and Dare were always late, so no wonder they were still missing by the time the class was about to start.

"Yeah, but what about it?" Asked Emilia, obviously annoyed.

"Well, maybe he, or she -whatever-, could have had something to do with it." The redhead replied.

"That's a very serious accusation, you know." Said Bodie, with a severe look.

"I know! But what if-"

"Whoa, Aubs, calm down girl," started Taye, cutting her off, "Oblio is quiet and lonely, what if he decided to stay away for some time and decided not to tell us?"

"However, if that be the case, why wouldn't he tell us, uh?" Asked Emilia.

"I dunno, maybe he's jealous 'bout Angel?" Suggested Mo.

"Don't be silly, he's not like that." Said Bodie.

"But hey, I know he'll be back, you'll see, dude." Said Taye, having Mo to nod in agreement at her statement.

"Hopefully, you'll be right." Sighed Aubrey, slightly displeased with the mention of the affair between Angel and Dare. He surely was worse than she thought; not that she didn't know what he was, but, seriously, Dare? He couldn't be serious; though, he was, everybody had realized so since the Latino had taken Dare upstairs.

"This term is almost over people, do you suggest anything for the celebration?" Said Emilia, all of a sudden.

"But what 'bout Oblio?" Asked Bodie.

"He'll be back soon, you'll see." Replied Mo with a reassuring smile.

"What do you say about a party in Aubrey,s yacht?" Suggested Emilia.

The redhead was about to reply, when a too known voice came from her back, "I thought you'd never suggest it." Came the soft, confident voice of Angel.

Aubrey turned, "You pay your passage." She said, eyeing Dare and the Latino.

"Well then." Said Angel, widely smiling at the annoyed redhead. She's quite charming, isn't she? He sat next to her, greeting his classmates. Hell yeah, indeed she is.

Aubrey held a smug look on her face, clearly expecting such answer. Yet she didn't care for giving him a reply.

"So, what do you say, girl? Can we borrow your precious ship or not?" Asked Emilia, giving her an odd look.

"As you will." Aubrey replied with a defeated sigh.

Months decreased into weeks; weeks into days. And then, finally, they add something worth celebrating: the end of the term. It made them feel excited; college was nearer each day that passed. Soon enough they would be able to do as they pleased. But now, in that very moment, they were there, gathered in Aubrey's yacht, just to cheer for the future that would be awaiting them when the next term was over.

Soon enough, freedom shall come.

Many people were invited, of course, that would be a party. And Aubrey's parties were well known among them. Expensive, luxurious, elegant, pleasant. That was why nobody ever missed the chance of attending to one of her parties.

People dancing around, some people happily drinking and smoking, uncaring of their inevitable future; but, honestly, why should it be of her concern? Let them do as they please. The redhead was enjoying this; really enjoying this. She felt satisfied with herself; happy, triumphant, powerful, beautiful. As a light effect of her beverage took held on her senses.

However, there's an upset when her brunette friend came to her.

"What's with your clothes?" The redhead asked, oddly staring at the attire of Emilia.

"Oh, about that… didn't I mention you that Bodie and I have just had this great idea of pairing up in a crew?"

The hell…?

"No, you didn't."

"Well, now you know." Replied Emilia with a satisfied grin, about to leave.

Aubrey stopped her just in time, "Explain yourself." The redhead demanded, starting to grow uneasy.

"I've told you, we have started to form what we call 'crews', I believe you're familiar enough to that word, aren't you?" Her friend responded, releasing herself of Aubrey's grip.

"Yes, I know the meaning of the word, thank you." She said with an annoyed look, "Still, I want to know what is this all about, and why you did not tell me."

"New fashion, I guess." Emilia simply replied. "I was expecting that probably you should've already know, as you are so well informed of everything." The brunette marked with a deviant smile.

The redhead scowled, as her brunette friend walked away to meet Bodie.

What a shame; Emilia knew something she did not. Was that even possible? She considered the option that maybe -just maybe-, her friend was lying. That would have settled everything. However, she was shocked when she saw Mo and a young Asian boy with him, wearing alike clothes. They were a crew. And was even more shocked when she saw Taye arrive with her little sister, in the same way she had seen Mo and his little friend arrive.

She couldn't believe it. When had it started? And why?

New fashion, I guess. Came the words Emilia had spoke to her just some instants ago. Crap, she said to herself, and tried to level her desperation. Calm down, this has a solution, you can get a companion. Yes, but who? She questioned herself desperately, just before her gaze met the spectacle on the main deck.

There he stood, proudly, showing off all what he got in his tentative, seductive way.

There, she saw Angel.

A bright idea popped into her mind just then and there.
Without any respect for the other dancers, Aubrey made her way to where Angel was so passionately dancing. She place a hand upon his shoulder, and turned him to meet her gaze.
The Latino seemed more than a little surprised by her action, yet she did not care.

"Whoa…-" He started, but was immediately cut off by his tiny, beautiful, classmate.

"We're a crew now." She sentenced with a confident voice. "Your skill are good enough to match my own," she declared "but hear me well; I will not accept any failure, mistake, or whatever stupidity pops into your mind, otherwise, I'll terminate our contract." She whispered in a warning tone.

Angel immediately realized this wasn't any sort of joke -as he had initially believed-, so he just nodded in utter agreement. Somehow feeling his blood boiling in his cheeks at her proximity. "As you command, your highness." He said, bowing respectfully at her, half recovering from tithe shock. He looked at her in the eyes, expecting some reaction.

"Good." She simply said, "We'll start the next week." She announced before leaving.

Angel couldn't believe what just had happened. Aubrey wanted to make a crew with him. He couldn't be more happy, more shocked, more impressed than how he already was.

She has chosen me…

He wanted to propose this to her, since he had heard of this business of 'crews' starting to become popular among his friends. But it was evident that the young lady had been faster.

"She wants me to be her dance partner…" He silently whispered, still unbelieving the facts.

It was impossible. It was unlikely to happen. After all what had happened between the two of them, he was surely not expecting any kind behavior from her -although he had had it-, but surely -most obviously-, he was not certainly expecting her to want to make a crew with him.

I must be very lucky. He could only think.

After his little affair with Dare, he had begun to start losing faith in catching the redhead missy into his claws. He had slept with her friend, which had made his intentions with her even less innocent than they actually were; he hadn't anticipated this, that was a fact, and constantly blamed himself for being so nonchalant about this matter.

It seemed -after this- that he had been concerning too much about nothing.

He could just imagine why she had made such decision. It was not certainly the fact that she actually liked him, he would have sworn it. It must had been his skill. Has she had just said, 'Your skill is good enough to match mine.', in other words; she was just using him, to not be left behind.

Cunning little thing she was.

However, it matter little to him just now. A new had been opened exclusively for him, and he was ready to walk through it without hesitation.

"I'm not gonna fail her…" He said, resuming his dance into prideful moves that glistened with his smile.

What does the fox say?