Layla's yelling almost resounded in the whole building, so Reed covered his poor ears.

"Piggy Layla, why did you call my name? Reed is a name that can't be casually called by the submissive like you." He looked down at her, who was much shorter than he was. The feeling of being condescending made him very proud.

"I’m warning you, my name is Layla. If you dare to call me Piggy Layla, I'll beat the crap out of you. What's more, I'm not yours. I agree to listen to your order for one month; however, you're not my boss, and I'm not your sidekick." Layla rested her hands on her waist and looked up at him. Although she was short, she was not short of the manner.

"Do you want to hit the headlines on Dervay Saints Academy's BBS?" Reed pulled out his trump card.

Layla glared at him and took a deep breath, "Well, we'll see how long you can be complacent like this."

Reed smiled with smug, for he knew she compromised. However, he wisely stopped talking about girls' painful period, and asked her, "Em, tell me. With that temper of yours, no guys like you,, right?"

"Psycho! No one will consider you're dumb if you don't talk!" It was the first time for her to find that there had been someone who was more awful than Trevor.

"Yo, I thought I was the earliest, but someone's already here. You two are the new members of our club, right?" A mature girl with wavy hair wearing a pair of 10-centimeter high heel shoes walked into the dance room.

Seeing someone coming, Layla took her as a saver, immediately stood up and said with a smile, "Yes! Hello, I'm Layla, a freshman from the Chinese Department, and today is my first day in FLY Dance Club. Nice to meet you."

"Layla, you're so lovely. My name is Molly Sanders, vice president of FLY Dance Club. On behalf of FLY, I welcome you to be a member of us." Flipped her wavy hair, Molly elegantly stretched out her hand with slender fingers.

Layla was so excited and shook hands with the vice president who was like a goddess, "You're so pretty! You must be an amazing dancer. I decide to learn dancing from you."

"Ahem!" Standing by their side, Reed was like a forgotten sculpture.

"May I have your name? Are you a new member of FLY?" Molly was very mature, and her words sounded gentle but forceful.

"How can I join such a boring club?" Even faced with the elegant and mature vice president, Reed was still very arrogant with no respect.

His words made Molly embarrassed, but she quickly regained her elegant manner and said to him, "Now that you think FLY is boring, then tell all of us, these boring people, which interesting club are you in."

"Basketball Club! In this world, only basketball is the greatest sport, and I'll be the greatest and perfect basketball player in the future." Mentioning basketball, his eyes were shining.

"Basketball, good, I like it, too. My favorite star is Michael Jordan. How about you?" She asked.

"You've got a good taste. He's my idol!" Whenever he talked about Jordan, he felt thrilled.

"If he's your idol, you must have read his book For the Love of The Game: My Story!" When Molly mentioned the book name, Layla immediately got overwhelmed, for she rarely read a book.

"Yes, of course." Reed answered proudly.

Molly smiled and recited a paragraph from that book, "There is no such thing as a perfect basketball player, and I don't believe there is only one greatest player either. Everyone plays in different eras. I built my talents on the shoulders of someone else's talent."

"Young man, although I don't know your background, as a junior, I advise you to be modest. Even Jordan knows to be humble, but you get above yourself too much."

While Reed kept provoking her, Molly never lost her temper but rebutted his words with his favorite topic, basketball.

Reed lost his ground, carried his backpack and turned around to leave the dance room without any word.

"Young man!" Molly called him.

Reed stopped, standing still. She said elegantly, "Although you don't like dancing, we have many performances later, and I hope you can come and watch our show. Of course, if you have games, we FLY will also cheer for you."

"Thanks!" Reed walked away without turning back.

The smile on her face made Layla worship her very much. This mature vice president really deserved her title, who was intelligent, beautiful, and effortlessly charming in conversation.

"I..." Layla would like to speak with Molly, but she didn't know what to say. Standing in front of such a beauty like her, she had a sense of inferiority and inadequacy.

"That boy is your boyfriend, right?" Molly started first.

Layla hurriedly shook her head, "No. He's my classmate. We often quarrel with each other. Just now, he was here to pick on me. He's Pig Reed. Humph! I don't like him at all!"

Molly smiled, held her hand and took her to the rest area in the dance room. Sitting down, she said, "Actually, that boy is not bad. He just doesn't know how to express. Maybe you can give him more chances."

"You don't know. That Pig Reed always picks on me and bullies me. What's more, he often calls me Piggy Layla. Awful!" Recalling him, Layla gritted her teeth in anger.

"Pig Reed and Piggy Layla. He sounds like a good match for you!" Molly laughed and bantered.

"I don't think so!" Layla was anxious, but Molly laughed heartily. Nobody could tell any bad intention from her smile.

"What are you talking about?" Zion, who just finished his lessons, pushed the door and came in.

"Zion, here you come. We were just chatting." Molly immediately came to his side. Seeing them standing together, everyone would consider they were a perfect match, for both the two were that elegant with dignity.

"Layla is gifted in dancing. When we graduate, she could be our successor." Hearing his higly appraisal, Layla felt flattered.

However, Zion and Molly began to discuss the dance club meeting that afternoon, and Layla couldn't break in at all.

Looking at this adorable couple, Layla was like a grain of inconspicuous sand under the two stars' shine.

Soon, the members of FLY came one after another.

The meeting started, and president Zion and vice president Molly delivered their speeches. That scene caused a stir in the members. After all, in Dervay Saints Academy's, Zion was the campus beau, and Molly was the campus belle. Many students joined in FLY merely to get closer to them, not out of their love of dancing.

"According to FLY's practice, there'll be a dance festival after the recruitment. Each of you should prepare at least one performance, in solo or group. This year's festival will be on the evening of September 22, two weeks later. The venue is Kivanco Auditorium, and we'll invite many distinguished guests. Hope you all prepare well and do your best to show the highest level of FLY."

"Kivanco is great." Kivanco Auditorium is the largest auditorium in Dervay Saints Academy, even in Avalon. At that news, all the members in FLY were eager to have a try to show themselves more in the festival.

Layla had been sitting in the most inconspicuous position, silently, until the end of the meeting.

The other members teamed up and left. Only Layla followed them alone, and it seemed that kind of discussion had nothing to do with her.

After a few words with Molly, Zion quickly caught her up and said, "Layla, I think you have great potential. If you need any help, just contact me."

"Thank you, Zion. I'll do my best." Layla thought, even though nobody teamed up with her, she could do solo, so that would be not difficult for her to have one performance.

"Fine, you're the most talented one in freshemen this year, and I heard you were a backbone in your high school. You’ve got this" After that, Zion found he was about to give away, so his look was a bit embarrassed.

Layla did not tell him anything about her high school life, but he asked someone to secretly investigate her information.

However, Layla was so insensitive that she noticed nothing. Then, Molly caught them up, "Zion, do you have time tonight? There's a new Japanese restaurant nearby, I heard their dishes taste good. Let's go there and have a try!"

Seeing Layla, she gently said, "Layla, if you've got time, come with us!"

"Oh, sorry. Thank you, but I have to go home. If I'm back late, my family will worry about me." Layla said. She did not dare to eat and play outside. If she went home late, she would never know what Trevor would do to her.

"You’re such a good girl. Fine, we've got to go. Bye, Layla!" In fact, Molly hoped to have dinner with Zion alone. Her invitation to Layla was just to show politeness.

Arm in arm, they walked away, laughing and talking, leaving the rest pursuers envying them.

Stepping to the school gate, Layla wanted to take a bus home, but she saw that Trevor was standing at the gate and waiting for her.

"You, why..." Before she finished, she was thrown to the back seats of Cayenne, and then he sat next to her. The driver drove the car away.

Reed followed her all the way to the gate, but before he spoke to her, the man he met last time took her away. He felt bad. Taking out his phone, he took a picture of Trevor's car number. He determined to figure out the relationship between that man and Layla.

"Mum called to ask us to go home for dinner." Trevor simply put it.

"Oh!" Layla said with her head down. Last time she had dinner with Trevor's family, she didn't have enough, so she thought that this time she might end up with the same situation.

It seemed Trevor had seen through her mind, "Relax! You've married me. One cannot alter the past. You can eat and drink as much as you want. I won't mind."

"Won't it be inappropriate?" Layla hesitated. After all, they are the elders, so she should not behave impolitely.

"Whatever!" Trevor said. Anyway, if she got hungry, he could take her out for night snacks after dinner.