- Sit down - He asked.

They looked at each other. The principal also sat down evaluating their school records. He opened Lucia's and began the sermon.

"Lucia Evelyn..." He pronounced.

- Yes - She replied suspiciously.

- You have a fabulous track record. She has great grades, won the cultural dance contest two years in a row, and joined the Golden Swan modern ballet company.

Lucia lifted a proud eyelash. Marcos looked at her in amazement. She pinched him near the elbow. He felt his nails tug at her skin like needles pricking her. He stomped her foot over her shoe.

- But never, never, never... - continued Director Coutinho. -She arrived late to school and never had a single absence from rehearsals and classes.

- Mr Coutinho, I can explain...

"I haven't spoken to you yet... Miss," he scolded.

Lucia bit her lip, feeling rebuffed. Marcos squeezed his foot harder this time. She jumped up and kicked the back of the headmaster's desk.

- Don't think... - The director paused to understand the restlessness of the two young men. - Do not think that you will go unpunished. I learned that she withdrew from the CIA by Director Bellis. This... This is unacceptable-almost she squawked like a heron.

Lucia sweated, invoking the most impertinent emotions. She felt like running away. She wanted to cover her face with her binder, but it was impossible to do that right now. She would have to face the situation now. Marcos clenched his fists, imagining slapping the director. She bit her lip and ran her tongue between her lips in anguish. He was almost freaking out when he saw her mouth gestures. Freaking out with excitement. He wanted to beat her to stop. But he calmed her anxiety, for he would never, never stain her with the violence of his hands, for her, only caresses and kisses.

The director turned to Marcos.

- Mr Donavan!

Marcos straightened up in his chair, grinding his teeth into his mouth.

"Yes." He swallowed hard.

The director opened his briefcase and considered. It took five minutes before he spoke. Marcos took advantage of the director's distraction and slipped his finger discreetly into Lucia's trouser strap, tugging that made her uneasy. She pinched him when the director looked away from the file and turned his attention to them.

- Let's see... You have reasonable grades, but you need to acquire points to improve in some subjects. Oh! Is here the reason? You have many licenses.

- IT IS...

- Wait... I didn't give you the floor. Now I understand why. Everything is fine.

''Why does he have so many licenses?'' Lucia reflected.

- But you still have to make an effort to fill in your grade table. I saw in your file that you took a street dance course in the United States with a group called D-DAY. That's right?

"It was," he replied.

- Well, now the punishment.

The two feared when the director formulated the sentence.

- Miss Evelyn seems to me that she is still without a partner to participate in the cultural competition of dance of the college.

- That's right.

- Mr. Donavan, it seems to me that you had no interest in signing up for the contest.

- I'm out of time.

- Same?

- Same.

- Would you be interested if you had more time?

- Honestly no.

- Very good. The punishment will be as follows: You, Donavan will be paired with Lucia Evelyn.

- What? - Lucia protested.

- That's right. To be able to acquire points in school subjects and assignments. I'll sign you up right now.

-Look director, I don't know if I'll be able to dance like a goose-he said looking at Lucia who took the saying as an offense.

- What terms, Mr. Donavan? - Condemned the director.

- Goose? - Lucia's mouth was open, offended.

- Both of you stop. I've made up my mind. Don't even think about missing the appointment. You can go to the rehearsal room.

- What? - The two spoke at the same time.

They left the room pushing and pinching. In the hallway they came face to face with Adonis, who cynically taunted them.

- Hey, sweetie, how did you feel when you tried my German makeout?

- Pig! - Lucia cursed.

Marcos wanted to advance on Adonis, but Lucia held him back, holding her hands on his chest.

-I'm going to rip you apart you shit-she replied.

"Come on, it's not worth it," Lucia said.

"You'll have your chance, Thorn Fist," said Adonis, heading towards the principal's office.

Lucia was intrigued by the way Adonis referred to Mark.

- Let's go to the living room.

- No! - Marcos said going down to the bathroom.

In the classroom, Rafaela presented her art work talking about belly dancing. When finished, she returned to her table. She was surprised with a note. Who would have sent her? She just thought it would have been the boy who complimented her. It remained to be seen whether punks were that romantic. She was still in doubt.

Lucia turned on the sound and started to warm up. She tried to relax and think of a choreography for two. Marcos returned and studied her movements that made her curves more attractive. While Lucia was on her back without noticing her presence. He faced her dressed in baggy pants and a tank top. She turned around and could see him standing like a statue with folded arms facing her. She bit her lip so that it disturbed him. They and out of control. He surrounded her with the wall, wrapped his legs around his waist and lifted her, kissing her passionately.

"No," she whispered. - We can't do that here.

"Damn it," Marcos muttered. - I'm crazy about you. Squire... Don't bite your mouth like that, it drives me crazy.

"We have to train," she said almost breathlessly. - Train for the contest. You need grades and I'll have to put up with you as punishment, and fight to redeem myself.

"I'll make this your best punishment," he declared.

Marcos lowered her away. He did muay thai moves. She didn't understand what he meant.

-I challenge you now-she said.

- Serious?

In a street fight. The one who does better and convinces the other with good moves... In fact, whoever wins will be the choreographer. OK?OK. _I accept.