Kiara Scarlette is a little girl who cause trouble in the streets. Her uncle, a police officer, had enough of her criminal record and sends her off to an academy for special kids. The difference between these kids and normal kids is that the student...
"Russian transfer students?" Scarlette asked, confused.
"Yeah, I heard they were all over the performance art major," a boy said. "I heard one of them has been doing ballet since forever and has even taken figure skating since 12; the other one is also another figure skater – I heard he even competed in some national competitions back in Russia and has been earning a winning streak since."
"Yeah, that second one – Viktor Nikiforov, right? I'm close with his classmates and they all said he's really good at making quality performances – he was the one who choreographed his own skating routines," the same girl from earlier said.
"Yuri Plisetskey, his adoptive brother, is also really good – I heard he's been winning ballet competitions and also his skating competitions. They're both really, really good performers. I'd bet they would win,"
"Don't be so hard on yourselves!" Scarlette exclaimed, standing up from her chair and fist-pumped. "So what if they're some pretty Russian princes who can dance? If they're gonna be giving a performance like that, then we'll just gonna beat them with our drama!"
"Ugh, how? I've seen one of Yuri's skating routine and oh my God," the same girl sighed.
"Can I see?"
"Sure, it's on YouTube– wait,"
"Okay, wow,"
"I knew it," Nami sighed. "Maybe we can't do it after all?"
"Okay first of all: Just because some kid who can do ballet and skate and spin like it's breathing is gonna compete with us, doesn't mean we should give up. We're not gonna be providing them any ice, are we? Then they can't do their fancy twirly things."
"Viktor ate the Ice-Ice fruit – he can make ice anytime and anywhere,"
"... Okay,"
"But we still need to try!" She finally said after her last silence.
"You kids need your self-confidence boosted up, you know that?" Marco said. "Scarlette is right – how would you know the outcome before even trying?"
The students kept quiet before slowly nodding. "Fine, we'll try our best."
"That's good!" the pink haired girl cheered. "Now excuse me while I go empty my bladder."
As she walked down the hall, she saw a tall man with silver hair and a gorgeous face oh my God, Jesus Christ – he is hot.
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She looked straight ahead and tried to pass by without getting his attention.
"Excuse me,"
Well, that failed.
She turned around at that deep, oh Jesus Christ that was sexy voice with that accent – ooh la la. "May I help you?" she smiled.
"I lost. Can you help?" he asked.
How can I say no, really? To that face.
"Of course," she smiled again. "Where do you wanna go?"
"Class, um, 10-B?"
"Oh, I had just passed it. It's a few classes down – I think about five doors? And it's on the left."
"О, спасибо! (Oh, thank you!)" He exclaimed in a foreign language.
Wait, don't tell me.
"I'm Viktor, by the way; Viktor Nikiforov," he held a hand out for her to shake (which she did). "I come from Russia."
"Scarlette," she smiled. "I'm from class 12-A."
"Oh, Ты мой старший! You're my senior! (In English)" He clapped his hands excitedly. "Oh, what do they call seniors here?" he mumbled in that sexy Russian. "Ah! Senpai!" He laughed.
God, what did I do to deserve this innocent child?
I struggled to find that one Russian word I know from a movie. "да," I said, smiling.
"да, да!" He laughed. "Well, I need to go to class now. I see you soon!"
We waved and went our separate ways.
Jesus, he was hot.
When she returned to class, she grabbed Nami by the arm and said:
"Okay, Viktor is hot damn. And he has a nice ass, too. Jesus Christ– that perfection."
