Noah didn't believe in karma. Karma was the idea that the universe rewarded those who had done something good, and punished those who did something bad. In Noah's experience the universe didn't care, and it seemed to have a particular vendetta against him. He wasn't sure why. He hadn't done too much wrong. Did the universe hate sarcasm? That would explain a lot.

All Noah knew was that he had decided to take dance class for an easy PE credit, and the universe was punishing him for it. Maybe the universe hated laziness? Again it would explain a lot.

To put it simply Noah had applied for dance class because he needed another PE credit to qualify for graduation, and of the options available it seemed to require the least effort. He didn't particularly care what grade he got in said class, so long as he passed. As such he hadn't been concerned when he was running late to his first day. After all he had to get here from clear across the school, what did they expect?

When he arrived, the teacher had glared in his direction. "Thanks you joining us Noah.":

He had rolled his eyes, what did he care if he pissed the teacher off? He tended to rub everyone the wrong way. It wasn't long before he regretted his decision to arrive late. "Well everyone else had partnered up, so I guess he's your partner Alejandro." The teacher noted.

It took a moment for the teachers words to sink in, because he couldn't be paired with Alejandro. It was inconceivable, and yet that had been what the teacher said. The slippery latino glanced his direction his face implying that he didn't really care one way or the other. "Very well then."

"Good, and since you're both boys I'll give you a minute to decide who's leading." As the teacher moved to address the rest of the class Noah glared in Alejandro's direction.

"If you think I'll follow you, you're insane." He scoffed.

The latino smirked. "But Noah, your much more adapt for the female role."

Noah attempted to burn a hole through his smug face, it didn't work. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Alejandro's eyes lit up with mischief. "It is simply that of us two, you are far lighter and more agile than I. Many moves require the lead to pick up their partner. I doubt you are capable of that."

"I hope that's the only reason." He deadpanned.

A smirk played across the Spainard's face. "I think we both know it isn't."

Noah was about to retort when the teacher returned. "Well?"

Before Noah could open his mouth Alejandro had already spoken. "I will be leading."

"I figured." The teacher said. "Now we're starting with the foxtrot. Join the others, you've held up my class long enough."

Noah did not think this was going to go well, and the first problem became apparent before they'd yet to start dancing. "Do you have to hold my back so low?"

Alejandro sighed. "Amigo I assure you, I have no ill intent. I am supposed to support your lower back."

He raised a brow. "How do women handle this?"

"I surmise they have less inhibitions to it, though considering your nature I imagine it would not help you much." The latino chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Noah asked.

"You are so guarded amigo, I do not think being female would change much." Alejandro explained.

"I am not your friend." The cynic deadpanned.

"And that is precisely what I meant." The Spainard sighed. "I have done nothing to you, and yet you act so vindictive towards me."

"Because you never say what you mean. You always talk in double speak, and most of your actions have an air of insincerity. How anyone is friendly towards you I have no clue." Noah replied drolly.

"I am sorry you feel that way." Alejandro said. The two began to dance and it was not long before another problem made itself known. "Amigo you are so stiff, it does not make a graceful dance if I must jerk you around to make you move."

"I'm stiff because you put me on edge." Noah replied, rolling his eyes. "What am I supposed to do, read your mind?"

"You can read my movements and relax your muscles." He replied. "Dance is all about cooperation amigo."

"I thought I told you not to call me that." The cynic retorted.

"Would you rather I give you a pet name?" The Spaniard teased.

"Can't you just call me Noah?" he sighed.

"I could but I don't want to. We're going to be partners, so I'd like to use a tone of familiarity." This entire time Noah continued to make stiff movements. "Amigo you must trust me more if we are to succeed."

"Then I guess you're going to get an F for the first time in your life." Noah scoffed.

Alejandro took a deep breath to calm himself. "I know you don't care what grade you get, but must you ruin mine as well?"

"What, are you afraid you're not good enough to cover my lousy dancing?" He challenged.

" A dancer is only as good as his partner amigo. Besides considering you need this credit it would be wise to listen to me."

"How do you know I need this credit?" Noah bluffed

"You hate physical activity amigo. Your skills lie in the mental realm, you wouldn't be taking this class unless you needed the credit." Alejandro smirked.

Noah sighed. "Fine, I'll try to follow your movements."

"I figured you would." The Spaniard said triumphantly.

"Don't read too much into it. We're not friends, we're not even amicable acquaintances. We're dance partners and that is it."

"Of course."

For the rest of the class hour Noah sullenly followed Alejandro's steps. He hated having to watch his every move. He didn't want to start at those rippling muscles, or that perfect tan skin. Okay maybe he did want to look at them, but he didn't want to want to look at them. Regardless he was already putting way more trust in the Spaniard than he wanted to. From what he knew of the class it was only going to get worse. The bell finally rang and Noah moved to leave as quickly as possible. Despite this he still saw Alejandro wink at him.

"Adios amigo, see you tomorrow." He said with a teasing lilt to his voice.

Noah groaned internally. He was going to have to do this every weekday for the next three months. Why did life hate him so?