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At St. Laurent, even the air you breathe is divided by class.

And me?

I'm at the very top of the food chain.

Cecilia, Master Charles sent over another invitation to his private party.

They look up to me, but a perfect swan can't have a single speck of dust on his

feathers. So this is St. Laurent Academy?

I can smell the disgusting stench of money off these rich bairds before I

even walk through the door.

Socializing? Fitting in?

Yeah, right.

If it weren't for the full scholarship...

I'd rather get my ribs broken in an underground fight ring than set foot in

this place.

Celia, that was insane. The national championship is definitely ours again.

Again.

You were half a beat slow and your landings were softer than cotton.

If you can't keep up with my rhythm, get off the team.

That's it?

The nationally praised St. Lawrence cheer squad?

Not that impressive.

Who the hell are you? Your takeoffs are limp as noodles.

Your core is loose.

You don't even have basic explosive power.

You IQD girls are straight-up trash.

Stop right there. Your dirty shoes just messed up my floor.

Your floor?

And here I thought this was a senior citizen rehab center.

Do you know who you're talking to?

Where's security?

Throw this sewer-smelling trash out.

Open those pretty eyes and read it. Head coach's special recruit.

Starting today, I'm not just standing here. I'm taking everything you think is

yours.

Get ready, princess.

Watch your neck. Wild dogs bite.

You think watching a few tapes gives you the right to boss around St. Lawrence A

-Team? I should teach you a lesson.

Put your hand down, Cecilia. Unless you want tomorrow's headline to be high-risk

beats new recruit.

A new recruit?

Coach, are you kidding me? No joke. Raven, athletic scholarship recruit. Our

secret weapon for nationals. Starting today, she's on the squad.

Over my dead buddy.

My team doesn't need some gutter rash who can't even afford clean sneakers.

Don't flatter yourself, princess.

If it wasn't for the full ride, I wouldn't be caught dead in this place.

Enough. Raven, you take my scholarship, you follow my rules.

Cecilia's captain.

On the mat, her word is final. You listen to her.

You hear that, recruit?

I make the rules here.

And my rule is, St. Laurent doesn't need trash who's all talk and no game.

Exactly! What real skill can you pick up in the slums?

Probably just here to scam scholarship money. Kick her out!

She doesn't belong here!

All bark and no bite?

Fine. Let me show you what a real jump looks like.

Get it now, princess?

All I see is savagy.

You think this is a gladiator arena?

Throwing yourself around like some uncaped beast?

Zero grace, totally vulgar.

Art doesn't score points at nationals.

Height and dead-on stability do.

Fine. Since coach wants a secret weapon so bad.

Welcome to the Gilded Cage.

But you better listen up. In this gym, lose the ghetto attitude.

If you mess up my rules, I'll make sure you leave uglier than you came.

Try me.

Everybody up! Practice!

Now!

Ow!

Do you have spikes or something?

Why are you standing there like a brick wall?

Your takeoff was off by three centimeters and you're blaming me? Even

if she was off balance?

Your backspot? You don't have basic spatial assertiveness?

Spatial assertiveness? On the mat, that's called an accident.

Princess, if you're going to play favorites, at least make sense.

St. Laurent wants flawless teamwork, not you playing hero out there.

That's enough.

Whoever fell, extra core work.

Everybody else, lunch break.

If this mess happens again this afternoon, the whole team runs 10K.

Selah, that new recruit is so arrogant.

She doesn't even respect you. Total brute.

She actually thinks she can run wild at St. Laurent, right?

She reaps of cheap motor oil.

Don't know what coach sees in her.

Brute force doesn't win championships.

Just some stray dog trying to use a scholarship to escape the gutter.

Exactly. Next to you, she's just a stepping stone to make the swan look

better. After qualifiers, I'll show coach who's number one.

Oh my God, it smells like moldy breadcrumbs in here. So gross.

St. Laurent doesn't run a soup kitchter. If you can't afford real food, turn left

at the gate and go dumpster dive with the hobos.

Celia?

Family dinner tonight.

Wear the backless dress I sent over.

I want every board member to see how perfect my future fiancé is.

Richard, let go. This is the school cafeteria.

So what if it's school?

The contract between our families is already drafted. Every inch of you will

be mine sooner or later.

This place doesn't even have a men's room sign.

What are you getting horny over here for? Who the hell do you think you are?

Talking to me like that?

Just a student whose lunch you ruined.

But if you keep being creepy, I'll call the cops on you for harassment.

This is a girls' school in case you forgot.

Psycho. Celia, why does your school let in trash like this? Don't forget our

dinner, babe. Fine.

Where's all that attitude you give me?

Some creep's treating you like a pet and you can't even tell him to get lost?

You don't know anything.

This is a multi-million dollar deal between our families.

So what?

Your fancy last name's just a price tag to sell you to scumbags like him?

You gutter trash who eats moldy garbage will never understand.

The chef put rosemary in it. I hate that. Take it. And don't eat that

garbage in my space. You're embarrassing the whole team.

Crude, savage, totally insane rabid dog.

Fake, pretentious, plastic flower that shatters if you touch it. Everybody

stop! Gather at the tactic board!

Nationals got moved up, and our rivals just swapped in a suicidal final

routine. Basic good girl routines won't cut it anymore.

To win, we need the hardest routine there is.

Unprotected triple height basket toss.

Coach! That move is basically banned.

If you mess up, the top girl breaks her spine and the bases shatter both hands.

That's the price of competitive sports.

Not willing to risk it?

Take off the uniform and go home.

After months of data analysis, only two people on this team can pull it off.

Coach, are you insane?

You want me to trust my life to some artless savage?

What, I can't touch your precious highness?

I'm scared your grubby hands will ruin my perfect form mid-air?

Relax. I'll hold your high and mighty swan ass tight in the palm of my hand.

I don't care if you two want to pull each other's hair or poison each other's

drinks off the mat. But out here, you share one life.

So, which one of you wants to be base?

Me be base and carry her?

There's no way I'm letting this motor oil-smelling freak stand on my

shoulders. Funny, I was just thinking the same.

You think I want to toss some pose-only plastic doll?

I'm scared if I squeeze too hard, your fancy bones will shatter in my hands and

you'll sue me for life.

Who are you calling a plastic doll?

You. What, too rich to understand poor people English?

There are 20 people on the bench.

Pick anyone with actual manners to partner with me.

No bench.

Either you two do it or we pull out of nationals right now.

Get ready to turn St. Lawrence's six-year winning streak into a joke.

Fine. But there's no way I'm base.

I'm taking center stage. The spotlight's mine. In your dreams.

Flyer's spot is mine. Want me as your stepping stone?

Try next lifetime.

First one to touch that flag gets center. You in?

Don't cry when you lose, princess.

Run faster, princess!

All that fancy nutrient drink go to the dogs? Get out of my way! That flag's had

my name on it since the day they hung it.

Your name, besides the privilege you bought with daddy's money, what do you

actually own?

Psycho! Are you trying to get us killed?

Even if we die, you're dying beneath my feet.

What

is

this disgusting hand?

My face.

What's happening to my face?

Damn it.

We swapped bodies?

Stop playing dead.

The underground fight club boss said you won three fights last night.

Stop playing dead.

Where's the money? Who are you?

Don't touch me. I'm Cecilia Voss. My bodyguards are going to come and chop

your hands off any second.

Cecilia? What, you hit your head so hard you actually think you're that rich

Iris? Cut the crazy act! Hand over the money you hid, or I'll go yank your

grandma's oxygen tube.

I'm not her! I don't even know what you're talking about! Let me go! I want

my dad!

Fine. Wanna play tough?

I'll help you remember what your last name really is.

Who gave you the balls to touch what's mine?

Miss Voss, thank goodness you're awake. Let me check your pupils. A concussion

could cause... Stop flashing that thing in my face.

Where's the girl who fell with me?

You mean the scholarship kid from the slums? No shit! Where is she?

She's in the general ward on basement level two.

Miss Voss, you're bleeding!

Stop her!

And who the hell are you?

Come down to the slums to play charity princess?

I'm her cheer captain.

Now take your stinky ass and get out of my teammate's room.

Captain!

Rich girl playing savior?

Let me teach you how things work down here!

Damn it!

These useless soft muscles.

That's all you got?

I'll take you out too. Stop!

Don't touch my face. If that face gets ruined, I swear I'll skin you alive.

Ugh, you bitches!

I'll crush every bone in your bodies and feed you to the dogs! Shut up! How much

do you want? Ten grand?

Fifty? I'll have my people write you a check right now!

Take the money and disappear off the face of the earth! Are you insane?

Who said you could bribe him? Let go of me! This is the fastest way to fix it!

Fix it?

In your world, money's a free pass.

But in the gutter?

Every cent you throw out is bait for leeches to suck you dry.

Back down once, show even a hint of weakness, and he'll crush your bones and

suck out the marrow.

Get the hell out of here.

I don't care how you normally deal with that psycho.

Do whatever.

But you'd better keep him chained up in the slums.

Don't let him pollute my sight again.

Don't tell me what to do.

If he dares show up again, I'll make sure he disappears for good.

And another thing.

You'd better wash my hands three times a day with disinfectant.

If my face gets so much as a scratch, I swear I'll make you disappear from this

country. My face?

Get real about your situation, Princess. You're wearing my skin right now. You

don't want to wake up sold to some underground ring?

Keep that privileged mouth of yours shut.

Take it.

It's all yours.

Please stop kidding me.

The last ten bucks is for Grandma's asthma inhaler.

Inhaler? I'm gonna win big tonight. I'll buy a hundred bottles.

Even the doorknob's gold-plated.

Talk about excessive.

Damn.

Do rich people's backs never hurt?

What's your damage now? From now on, I'm moving in with you.

Moving in?

Weren't you just complaining my air smells like poverty?

What, now you want to breathe my secondhand oxygen?

Don't flatter yourself.

If I leave you alone, who knows what disgusting things you'll touch with my

hands. From now on, I'm watching you 24-7. Suit yourself.

Couch is over there. This is my room. You take the floor, I take the bed.

Cross this line and I'll break your legs.

Fine. Floor's soft enough.

But this is Miss Voss's body, right?

Scoot over.

Don't touch my pillow.

The nurse said you don't even have mild concusses.

Guess that fall only turned you two into mute statues, nothing else broken.

Since neither of you died, let's finish the argument from this morning.

Who's base?

I'll do it. I'll do it. Good.

Guess pain really does make people grow. Since you're both so eager, Raven, this

was always your spot. We've all seen your core strength.

Your base?

Cecilia's flighter. Of course. It's not my body anyway.

Once we swap back...

I'll make Raven pay for this.

I know what you're thinking, princess. But right now, aren't you the one down

here being my stepping stone?

Get your hands off my thigh.

You think I want to touch your damn stick figure?

What are you, a pig landing that hard?

That's your own body weight, princess.

Guess all that salad you eat goes straight to your brain.

It's so hot, this stupid fabric doesn't even breathe.

Do rich people sweat through photosynthesis?

Stop!

What are you doing?

Taking a shower.

What, your precious body can't even touch water?

Don't undress.

Don't look.

Don't look down.

You can only touch your arms and face nothing else.

Fine. Then I'll sleep in this sweat tonight, rolling around on your $10,000

silk sheets.

It's just not okay! You don't know how precious this body is!

Earlier today, when I used the bathroom, I kept my eyes closed so I wouldn't see

your disgusting skeleton!

Oh? So how'd you do it?

Aim with your mind?

Shut up! Stop imagining things!

Move. I can't stand this sweat on my back for another second.

I'll do it! What did you say?

I said I'll wash you!

What on earth were you thinking the moment you jumped today? I've even

gotten bruises on my shoulders from you. Do you even know how much money I spend

every month on a full-body essential oil spa?

Easy! You scrubbing a wild boar? If it weren't for your useless soft muscles,

would I have fallen?

That's a work of art. You brute force buffalo just don't know control.

And these nails?

You used them to scratch rusty barbed wire today?

Enough!

What are you doing? Put on the blindfold!

Close your damn eyes!

You've scrubbed me clean enough, princess.

Let go!

What's wrong with you?

Since you treasure this body so much, won't let anyone touch it.

Then shouldn't I be the one to properly clean my own body?

Take your hand.

Away. Don't touch there. What, princess? Not used to being touched?

But this is my body. I know better than anyone where it's most sensitive.

How was that?

Still want to wash me yourself?

Don't touch me.

Your body is just like you'd.

Crude. Filthy.

Disgusting.

Filthy? Perfect.

Then let's see, Miss High and Mighty Voss, if your dollar-stacked precious

body is really as untouchable as you claim.

You wouldn't dare!

Get your filthy hands off me!

What did you just do?

You're the one who crashed into me.

What is this gonna cost extra?

Disgusting!

Stop

wiping.

Kissing your own body isn't dirty.

Shut up. It was an accident.

I'm getting my stomach pumped tomorrow.

That feeling in the water just now?

You felt it, right? I don't know what crazy nonsense you're talking about. The

day we collided, electricity shooting through our bones too. Just now the

current was stronger.

What are you getting at?

Physical collision plus contact, princess. Don't you dream of getting

your back? Are you insane? That was just a coincidence.

What are we?

Coincidence or not, let's try again and find out.

You better hurry up. Don't drag this out. Shut up. You make it sound like I'm

taking advantage of you.

Nothing.

Wrong angle.

Harder.

Damn it.

Knew it. Your brain's full of sewer garbage.

Our approach last night was totally wrong. We don't just need physical

contact. We need three core variables. Absolute physical impact, extreme neural

current stimulation, and near-death level adrenaline surge.

So what? Miss High and Mighty Voss gonna drag me into another headfirst fall?

Shut up! There's no way I'm letting this body get another scar.

We need to test these three variables in a safe environment.

Artificial separation?

How are you going to do that?

Come with me.

Last time I'm saying this, if you run pigeon-tayed with my legs, I'll lift

your skirt over your head in front of the whole school.

For my Cartier, for my Paris Consteur, go!

Damn!

Did we swap back?

The hell we swapped?

But this little princess's ribs? I think they're broken.

You sure this thing only tingles? Not straight-up brain-frying?

Less talking. Put your hand on it. It's science.

My

hair

oil? The $10,000 protein treatment?

Open your eyes! Look at the screen! The chainsaw's coming down! You're not

scared of fighting, are you? I'm scared of the dark and ghosts, you psycho! Let

go of me!

You can get off me now. You've got

snot all over my shirt.

We failed.

This damn curse isn't breaking either.

So what?

You gonna drop out and hide in your mansion forever?

If I can't show up perfect at the family dinner, my father will strip me of my

inheritance. And you?

If you can't nail the extreme moves in my body, my full scholarship goes down

the range too.

Then we keep pretending.

I don't ruin your reputation. You don't cross my lines.

Deal. But starting tomorrow, you have to act like a real Voss.

Your horny fiancé who's always in heat? He's looking for me.

Don't answer!

Celia, tomorrow at 10 a.m., private equestrian club. I've booked the whole

place. Don't be late.

I don't...

Say yes. The Voss family can't lose this investment.

Got it.

But I'm bringing a friend tomorrow.

Celia, I really don't get it. We finally have a weekend alone. Why bring some

stray dog who can't even brush a horse?

Membership here costs by the second, you know. She's my cheer partner now. We

have to stick together 24-7 to build chemistry.

If you don't like it, you can leave, rich boy.

Sealer. Ugh, this water's all bitter lemon peel. Tastes like dish soap.

I'm gonna get something with alcohol at the bar. You two play nice.

You hide it well normally.

What, dressed up like this today, planning to be someone's special sparing

partner? How did I never notice how greasy he is?

Stay away from me.

Your cologne is making me sick.

Playing hard to get?

That trick work well in the slums?

But those tight muscles of yours are way more fun than those soft socialites.

That fire you had when you talked back to me? You that wild in bed too?

Richard, are you insane?

Your fiancé is ten meters away.

Fiancé? You mean that pretty mannequin? What's the point of sleeping with an ice

-cold statue?

She's boring to the brone. But you? You're different.

How much is a full scholarship anyway?

Spend one weekend with me and the number on this card will last you ten years.

What do you say, stray dog?

Name your price.

This is the Voss family's hand-picked perfect gentleman.

You wear a multi-million dollar skin, but underneath you're worse than a sewer

rat. Don't play innocent with me.

I've seen plenty of gutter trash like you. I...

You

psycho! I'm calling the cops. I'll make you rot in prison for the rest of your

life!

What, the couch too soft for you, Master Richard?

Want to sleep on the floor?

Celia, look at your dog.

She went crazy, tried to blackmail me, and even hit me.

Expel this street trash from St. Lawrence right now!

She hit you? Look at my face! This stray has zero manners!

Listen up.

She's mine.

Nobody gets to yell at her except me.

And if you ever look at her with those horny eyes again, next thing shattering

won't be a glass, it'll be your skull. Get out.

Celia, are you crazy?

You hit me for some gutter trash?

You'll pay for this!

This isn't over!

Damn, what's wrong with this body? Hit someone and I'm the one in pain?

What, scared stiff?

Where's all that attitude you give me? Shut up!

Who asked you to interfere?

I could have handled him myself.

Sure, Miss Voss is the toughest.

Next time use a chair. Saves your hand.

We're leaving.

The air here makes me sick.

Miss. For me?

Sir and Madam just returned from Europe. They've ordered you back to the manor

for a few days.

You need to try on the family dinner gown personally.

After you, Miss.

Sir doesn't like to wait.

Miss, what are you waiting for?

What's the rush, old man?

Can't you see Miss Voss and I still have tactics to discuss?

The Voss family doesn't keep people waiting, especially... People like you.

Give me a minute!

Listen, silverware at dinner starts from the outside.

No matter what that tyrant says, you only nod. Don't talk back, not even a

single word. If my inheritance gets messed up because of you, you buffalo- I

get stuffed in a cement barrel and tossed in the Pacific. Got it, princess.

Not just the dinner.

Don't touch anything in my father's study.

Lock the door at night. If my mother asks about Richard, tell her

everything's perfect.

Got it?

0908. What?

My beat-up phone's password.

If it's debt collectors, block them. If it's that deadbeat, tell him to get

lost. And don't go through my photos.

Wish me luck, stray dog.

Close the door. Don't keep father waiting.

Yes, miss.

Visit Grandma at the nursing home. Bring her asthma inhaler. Don't forget.

Grandma?

Damn. Do all rich fecal's houses have to be this big?

Miss, please don't zone out in the draft.

Your posture.

Sir and Madam are waiting in the drawing room.

Lead the way.

Richard called this afternoon.

Heard you slapped him in public at the equestrian club like some slum harlot.

He talked trash first.

Talk trash?

The Voss heir doesn't ruin a billion-dollar marriage over some petty

insult? And that fall from the five-meter safety net a week ago?

Cecilia, if your face gets so much as a one-millimeter scar, what are you gonna

pay the board with? Pay?

I fell from that height, almost died. You don't even ask if I'm okay, just

care about that stupid contract?

Alive or dead?

Your life only started being worth money the day you signed that marriage

contract. Even if you break your spine, you'll marry him in a wheelchair,

perfectly intact.

As for that cheerleading thing, it's just cheap entertainment for the masses.

Starting tomorrow, quit that stupid team.

Stop gambling with the family's core interests.

But Nationals, that's everything to me. Your everything is at the negotiation

table, not on those stupid, dirty mats.

Tomorrow morning, Richard's picking you up to choose an engagement ring.

Keep your mouth shut and smile pretty.

Cecilia, are you deaf?

I told you to quit cheerleading right now. Did you hear me?

Enough.

Oh, again, even if my legs break, the national championship is mine.

This is what they call a nursing home?

Even the Voss Manor stables are nicer.

That rabid dog lets her only family live in this moldy garbage dump?

Damn, not even a house number. How am I supposed to find it?

Excuse me, could you tell me... Hey, Raven, you're out of class early today?

Look at those dark circles.

The two grand you paid for dialysis last week went through. The director said

your grandma's meds can continue next week.

Did you pull another all-nighter at the underground fights?

As long as the money's paid.

Where is she? Same place. Sunning in the back garden. Go on, she's been asking

about you all morning.

All-night underground fights?

That rabid lower-class dog actually gambles her life for this.

Grandma?

There's my little raven.

You didn't get hurt at practice today, did you?

No. I'm fine.

Push me around a bit. Sitting here is making my bones rust.

Autumn's here.

You always hated fallen leaves. Said they made too much noise when you

stepped on them.

Yeah. Too noisy.

Your dad hasn't been causing trouble at school lately, has he? No. He wouldn't

dare. Good.

You're just too stubborn, always carrying everything yourself.

Child.

What's wrong?

You're not Raven, are you?

Old lady, did you forget your meds again? Who else would I be? I'm just

tired from practice. Don't feel like talking. When Raven pushes this chair,

she's always clumsy.

Runs over rocks, bumps into tree roots.

And her mouth never stops, always chattering about whatever bad thing

happened that day. Fine.

Since you know so well, you're right, I'm not her. We collided five meters up

and fell straight to hell.

When I woke up, my soul was stuck in this body. It was a crazy accident.

I see.

No wonder.

There's so much fear in your eyes.

You don't think I'm making this up? You just believe me?

God works in mysterious ways.

Binding two such different souls together.

Maybe that's fate's guiding hand.

She's like a raven dog, bites everyone, reeks of cheap motor oil and sweat.

No manners, crude and savage, only solves problems with her fists.

The worst thing that ever happened to me was meeting her and shared fate?

It's a damn curse!

Well then, child.

What kind of person do you think Raven really is?

She really is an unreasonable lunatic.

To survive, she'll stomp her own dignity into the mud, chew it up and swallow it.

Even if you break her bones, she doesn't blink.

Clamps down like a wild dog that caught the scent of blood. Someone who, when

cornered, will claw her way out no matter what. She never complains that

life's unfair.

She only trusts the power of her own fists.

Cecilia! Have you lost your mind?

Marriage contract?

Family interests?

You vampires sitting on velvet couches don't even deserve to control a single

hair on her head.

I am your father.

Father?

Do you know how many times she falls on that damn mat every day? Do you know her

knees are always bruised from nailing perfect landings? You know nothing. You

only care about how many billions this product called Cecilia sells for at the

negotiation table.

You don't even know what the blood she swallows tastes like.

She dances on the edge of death every day for your ridiculous vanity.

And you don't even deserve a single second of her submission.

She'll never bow to you parasites!

She'll never compromise with this rotten world. Want to break her bones?

Dream on.

Because at her core, she's harder than anyone.

You use so many cruel words to describe her.

But child, you probably don't know.

How much your voice hurt when you talked about her just now.

Hurt? I care about that lunatic who dragged me into the mud?

If you really hate her that much, why was your hand shaking just now?

That's because it's too windy here. I'm underdressed, I'm shivering from the

cold, and the air's full of cheap dust. I'm allergic.

You've been out too long. The doctor said you need rest.

Back to your room now.

Such a stubborn little hedgehog.

Done with your tantrum?

If your throat's dry, I can have the butler bring you warm water. You don't

even have anything to say for yourselves?

Say for ourselves?

Cecilia, who do you think you're talking to?

What were you accusing us of? Not caring about you?

The designer meals you eat, the Paris limited editions you wear, even this

handmade carpet under your feet. Which of these wasn't bought with Vos family

interests? So what?

That's your excuse for treating her like a bargaining chip?

What else?

What do you think makes you the Queen of Saint Laurent?

Your mid-air flips?

From the day you were born, you've enjoyed privileges billions can never

touch. Now it's time to fulfill your obligations, and you come talking to me

about blood, sweat, and passion?

You want freedom?

Fine. Tomorrow morning, I'll have the lawyers freeze all your cards, take back

your apartment.

You can walk out of this house in the clothes on your back.

Go to the slums, trade your passion for a moldy piece of bread. Go on. No way

out. That doll who can't even eat extra salad without permission, if she loses

all this, she'll die.

I'm sorry. I lost control. The marriage, I'll cooperate.

I'll pick the engagement wriggle too. But in exchange, nationals. I need to

finish it. Just one month.

One month.

The day after nationals, I'll announce the engagement to all media. Don't let

me see this cheap spenticle again.

Yes.

That's not a home.

It's a precision-built, people-eating machine.

I used to think you were just a spoiled brat lying on velvet cushions, faking

even your size.

Thought if I hit hard enough, I could smash through that fake shell of yours.

Surviving 20 years in a place where even breathing is weighed and measured, and

you still stand this straight.

Sorry. I take back spoiled brat.

Who cares about your apology?

Save your cheap downtown sympathy. I don't feel wronged at all.

And another thing. Your annoying old lady didn't die from the mess you caused

today. She even had the nerve to make me push her around in the cold. She's fine.

Thanks.

Since neither of us is dying, let's get to work.

Qualifiers are in a month.

Now? It's one in the morning. You want to find the base PowerPoint for the

death toss in front of the whole school tomorrow, using my body, and fall again?

Damn it! These muscles don't listen!

The PowerPoint's all wrong. Too crude.

You're still thinking about your old floaty takeoffs.

Bass isn't ballet. You need to be a steel rod nailed into the ground.

I've already lowered my center of gravity.

Not enough.

Don't move.

Feel this muscle contract.

You... Back up. Don't stand so close. Shut up.

Sink with my force.

These muscles need to be hard as stone.

Damn. Who's controlling who here?

Back up.

I know how to use the Force now. Don't need you glued to me like a band-aid.

You better.

Ready to catch your perfection, Princess?

Less talking?

Do it.

My hands.

My voice.

Damn. Finally don't have to wear that suffocating dress anymore.

Get your filthy hands off me. Who said you could carry me?

What, swap back and now you don't know me?

You weren't this disgusted when you were clinging to me just now.

That was a required base move. That was...

That was to save my body.

What about in the bathtub?

Required to?

Let go!

What's wrong with you, you raven dog?

Why running?

Just got your body back? Princess forgot how to breathe?

That's... that's because the air here smells terrible.

Back up! Don't press your crude skeleton against me.

Crude? That's not what you said last night when you hugged this vulgar

skeleton. That was your body! I was just- You experienced my body for so

long. Now it's my turn to taste the real princess.

Admit it.

Princess, your precious body is way more honest than your mouth.

Ladies and gentlemen, the next team to take the floor, the six-time reigning

champions, the absolute rulers, put your hands together for St.

Lauren Academy cheer!

Miss Voss, your death toss with Raven today was a miracle. How do you two

build that kind of chemistry off the mat?

Chemistry? Please.

Her base is like a rusty tractor. Every time she catches me, I think she's going

to break my ribs. I'm the only one who can drag her passing grade up single

-handedly. Yeah, because all that designer salad goes straight to her

attitude. If it weren't for the scholarship, I wouldn't put up with a

plastic flower who calculates her hair angle on every landing.

Shut up, hillbilly.

Bite me, spoiled butt.

Celia, that was so satisfying when you ripped into that slum scholarship kid.

She needs to know her place.

Of course. The Voss family doesn't compromise with trash.

Enjoyed that, didn't you, princess?

Back at the dorm tonight, I'll make you cry.

The perfect Voss heir.

Messing around with sewer trash.

How touching, Celia.

Mr. Voss, I have something interesting for you.

Open the door! I have team practice at nine! Are you people insane?

You're the one who needs to wake up.

If Richard hadn't rushed over with these disgusting things last night, the Voss

family's century-old reputation would have been ruined by you and that sewer

trash. No.

Let me explain. This is just... I don't listen to excuses.

I only see results.

This weekend, your engagement to Richard has moved up. Make it the biggest event.

Call every media venue. Use this citywide celebration to bury this dirty

scandal for good.

I'd rather die than marry that disgusting hypocrite.

Die? If you die, who's going to pay off that stray dog's debts?

I checked. That dump called Sunshine Nursing Home, its biggest shareholder

happens to be a friend of mine. One word from me and that old lady on dialysis

gets thrown out on the street tonight.

And your precious scholarship kid.

Heard she sees nationals as her only shot at turning things around?

Too bad. I'll submit ironclad evidence of her using banned substances to the

committee. She'll be banned from American sports forever.

Sign this, or I call right now and cut the nursing home's funding.

Don't touch them.

I'll marry him.

This weekend, Voss Manor. Everyone come witness my engagement to Celia.

Gutter mud. Don't ever think you can dirty a swan's feathers.

She signed last night. For the rest of her life, she's my private collection.

You... What are you looking at? Security!

Engagement?

I'd like to see who dares touch my princess.

Chin up.

This dress costs two million. Don't ruin its shine with that dead fish face of

yours.

Don't forget.

One tear in front of the cameras, and that dialysis machine at the nursing

home gets unplugged.

Good. Keep it up.

The Vos family's white swan has been nothing but a price tag exhibit since

birth. But Raven, you raven dog, you belong in the sky.

Don't let them look down on you.

Take my share, too, and bring home that damn championship.

Mr. Vos, the moment that ring goes on, there'll be no gaps left in our two

families' capital empire.

The perfect asset merger.

As for that unwanted noise, taken care of? Just a few flies a couple blocks

away. My security team won't let even a stray dog through.

Run her off the road! Run this raven dog over! Boss says call it a traffic

accident!

Get her!

Oh, shit!

See? The world's noblest white swan still has to fly into my cage in the

end.

Miss Cecilia Voss, do you take Mr. Richard to be your lawfully wedded

partner? I... Even if you bite your tongue off today, you can't escape.

Then you better never let go of this chain, because all you've caged is a

breathing corpse.

My princess, I've come to get you.

Shoot! Tear this stray dog to pieces!

You're mine today and no one else's.

Keep this cheap chain for yourself.

Cecilia, step through that door and you'll never have a place in the Voss

family again.

Then you can rot here with all your dirty money.

Boss's orders.

Stop that unregistered bike at all costs, dead or alive.

Coach Evelyn, four minutes, 30 seconds left. The committee's final ultimatum.

If your two-star athletes don't show, St. Lauren gets disqualified

automatically. Shut up.

Princess, afraid to die?

I wouldn't be wearing this uniform then hold on we're flying in

Psycho

hit the brakes

If St. Laurent Academy is still not ready, the committee will.

What's the rush? The headliner always comes out last.

Let's go.

Get what's ours.

This isn't just a competition.

It's the biggest slap in the face to those vampires who think they control

fate.

Ready, White Swan?

Give me everything you've got.

Let me fly.

Destroy her!

I want her begging me from a wheelchair for the rest of her life!

Cecilia!

Steady, Raven!

In that wild body, I knew total control.

Now, I'm putting my life in your hand.

Useless. I'll take her out myself.

Die, sour trash!

Are you insane?

You're going to hurt Raven in front of the whole country?

So what I did it what can you do get out of my way

No matter the consequences I will stop you you

won't get away with this Master all that prideful strength of

yours and you're weaker than a waitress

Please remain quiet the judges are urgently deliberating the final score

after the violent disruption No need to deliberate

st. Laurent score cancelled immediately

What

gives you the right to interfere with the committee's decision because I'm the

biggest sponsor of the national championship

I won't allow a publicity stunt to disgrace this competition.

Bring back this traitor who shamed our family.

Do you know what you're doing? One call from me and your parents' companies get

bankruptcy warnings tomorrow.

Get out. Try it, Mr. Voss.

But on this mat today, she's not just the Voss family's daughter.

She's our ca-

Hear that, Mr. Voss?

You can buy the judges, buy my name, but you can't buy my team.

Want to take her from here?

Then you better roll over all our dead bodies.

Cecilia, I'm counting to three.

Get over here now, or you'll never work in this country again.

See?

You're coming back after all.

The whole world thinks the Voss family is a noble chabot myth.

But today, I'm tearing off that fig jade for all of you to see. Cut her mic!

Now! For 20 years, they used $2 million couture to package me as a perfect doll.

Just so today I could be sold like an object to a disgusting rapist.

All for so-called capital merger.

Now you want to use your power to erase the results we risked our lives for?

Dream on!

From this second on, I renounce all Voss family inheritance.

My name isn't Cecilia Voss. I'm just Cecilia.

Treason!

Get up there and tie this disgraceful lunatic down!

Anyone touches a hair on my athlete's head and St. Lawrence legal team will

make you rot in prison. Get out!

The national championship goes to St. Lauren Academy!

You've got nothing now, princess.

Not even enough for a sandwich.

Yeah, so you'd better take responsibility for me with that

worthless life of yours.