Dancing with the Bad Boy | ✓

two | playing games

No one really dared to talk to me after what had happened to that boy who I had accidentally managed to dislocate a few of his bones so it wasn't a surprise to me when people from the fundraising committee were handing out flyers to the Winter Ball that was commencing in a week, were purposely looking away when I walked past.

I wasn't even interested in attending one of those things anyway, I had no friends that I would go dress-shopping with or get my makeup done with, you know, the usual girl things. I had to focus on much more important things like dance and I knew my dance instructor was going to be waiting for me at the studio tonight.

As I exited the building, I felt a large hand tighten around my wrist, pulling me to face a rather tall male who seemed like he had been raging. I raised a confused eyebrow as Sora flicked the hoodie off my head. The nerve of this guy.

"What do you think you're doing-"

"You owe me an apology," he cut me off. He was undeniably taller than I ever was, probably six foot.

I scoffed, already demanding unnecessary attention from the crowd nearby. "For what?"

"For what had happened earlier in the corridor." I could already imagine the steam coming from his nose and ears. I almost let myself laugh.

"You were standing in the middle, blocking my path," I shot back, beginning to walk away from him as I clicked my tongue before descending the short flight of stairs.

He caught up to me. "So, we're playing this game, aren't we?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not playing games. That was on you."

"It's my first day here and I already heard stories about how you messed up a guy," Sora said, stopping in his path as his voice seemed to deepen and something inside my stomach twisted and turned. "Are you going to do that to me too?"

He was taunting me. It had been an accident that day but no one believed me. I didn't care, as long as I knew the truth. I closed my eyes and inhaled a breath before turning to face Sora with a blank expression. A smirk played on his lips and he knew he was getting on my nerves.

"You wish," I spat before turning on my heels and headed towards the bus stop, not far from where I had been standing.

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"Lucinda, is that you?" my mother called from the kitchen as I shut the door behind me with a slam, hoping to break the glass or something. When I didn't give her an answer, I heard her Jimmy Choo's thump against the floor as she released a breath when her eyes laid on me. "Oh, for my sake darling, say something. I thought we were going to get robbed."

I shrugged, eyeing the butler as he waited for me to hand my backpack to him but I only shoo'ed him off. "You wouldn't even make it past the first step of stairs with those shoes."

"Lucinda Raelyn, watch your mouth," my mother scowled. "These are very expensive."

"I figured."

"I would like you to bring a friend home one day," my mother said in a sweet voice as she clasped her hands together. "It'd be nice to see who you are hanging out with."

"I don't have friends," I replied to her bluntly.

"You're still unpopular?" she questioned and yet shock wasn't evident in her eyes or facial expressions. Oh, she knew. "Darling, these private schools have a social hierarchy and-"

"-and I don't care, mom," I hissed at her.

I walked to the staircase and found myself stepping to the side for my stepfather to descend the stairs in a suit and tie. My mother stared at him in awe with those green eyes I couldn't inherit before giving him a kiss on the lips.

"Baby, do you have to leave so soon?" my mother asked in a baby voice. I almost wanted to throw up as I quickly ascended the staircase and headed to the end of the hall where the smallest room was located.

I had picked out this room because it was so far from everything else, like it had been my own island and I could've done whatever I wished to do. No one really bothered me, except the butler who would remind me when dinner was or if we had a guest over. It felt like he was the only person who remembered I lived in this house most of the times.

I glanced down at my wrist just as I was about to pull off my skirt, remembering Sora's touch and I couldn't help but mentally smack myself for even thinking about him. I needed to be cruel with myself at today's dance practice as punishment.

A knock on my door ceased my thoughts as I quickly took off my skirt before putting on a pair of pyjama pants. I opened my door and found my butler standing there with a blank expression. "Yes?"

"Miss Valentine, a friend is here to speak with you."

I frowned at my butler and almost laughed in his face. "I have no friends, Kai."

Kai, the butler shook his head in disagreement. "Come see for yourself, Miss Valentine."

I clenched my jaw. "It's Raelyn, not Valentine." I didn't pick up my stepfather's last name because I liked my birth father's. It was unique.

I sighed and pushed past the butler who managed a small chuckle before I trudged downstairs, my mother and stepfather, already at the front door.

"Who is it?" I questioned the couple.

My mother turned to me and squealed as she moved out of the way to reveal three figures. Only one was familiar. The two couple looked old, around the early sixties age but I knew they kept themselves looking lavish and well, young. Nevertheless, for old people, they were attractive.

"This must be your daughter," the woman said with a warm smile. I took a step forward and offered a small smile in return. "A beautiful girl, indeed."

"Thank you," I murmured under my breath as I let my hair fall around my face like a curtain.

"We're here to introduce our grandson," the woman said tightly as I lifted my head to see Sora in a tight black tee, his tattoos were now evident on his arms. His shoulders and chest were broader than it had been when he was in his uniform and it was probably the tightness of his clothing. He was also holding a plate of freshly baked cookies. "We wanted to introduce him to the neighbourhood incase he ever causes any troubles, you know where to find us. We live a couple houses down."

"What's your name?" my mother asked too sweetly.

"Sora, ma'am," Sora spoke with ease, never taking his eyes off me and if I could punch that smirk off his face, I would.

"Just replace the S with a D," I murmured, stifling a laugh.

"I'm Adam and this is my wife, Yvonne," my stepfather, Adam, introduced and when he placed a hand on my shoulder, I couldn't help but recoil away. That had earned a look from Sora. "This is Yvonne's daughter from her first marriage, Lucinda."

"I'm Martha and this is my husband, Liam," the elderly woman introduced herself and then her husband who nodded with a kind smile.

"Oh, please, come in," my mother spoke as if she had forgotten.

Sora and his grandparents walked in and just as I backed a few steps from the crowd, I couldn't help but felt the need to retreat back to my room.

I spotted Kai in the corner of my eyes and shook his head once as if knowing that I was going to bolt for it.

"What a beautiful home," the woman said as her green eyes danced around the foyer with a warm smile and I almost rolled my eyes at her compliment.

Just as I turned around, I let out a yelp when Sora was standing before me, the plate of cookies in his hand had disappeared. I frowned and took a step back, crossing my arms over my chest. "What?"

Smirking down at me, he clicked his tongue. "You owe me an apology."