King of Hearts (House of Card...

A/N: Hello all! This is another 온라인카지노게임 in my student/teacher series, House of Cards. Those of you that have read the first one, Queen of Spades, will recognize these characters, so enjoy another round of loving. For those of you just catching the ship, you can read this 온라인카지노게임 solo, but I do recommend checking out QoS too, so you get the full background.

Also, this is told from the student's POV, and it's my first attempt at writing predominantly male so I hope it is enjoyable and realistic. Dig in.

And pic on the side is West in all his.... West-ness :P

OH and when I write in Spanish, I will give a translation of it in english in (brakets like these) afterwards.

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The handcuffs dug in painfully around his wrists, but West had experienced the braclet's bite before. He shifted positions, trying to find some angle that would give the ache in his back a relief and give his arms more circulation. This was complete and utter bulls*** anyways, they were arresting him as procedure, not because he had done anything wrong. This time. Though West had to admit that being the usual suspect whenever there was gang related incidents in the neighborhood was getting old fast. He wasn't even in a gang here! Los Santos had been his life and family in Cuba, there was no way he'd betray them by joining up here like some eager kid.

The police officer climbed into the front of the squad car and started driving towards the station. "You might want to take Northside dr in instead of Pinegrove, there's less construction detours." West informed the officer with a bored voice. If they were going to have otgo there anyways, at least they'd get there faster his way!

"Jesus kid, is this seriously your wrap sheet?" the cop exclaimed from the front seat, ignoring West's advice, instead typing his name into the database. West groaned, knowing hte inevitable was about to hit. "Westley Vincent James Jr. Says here that two years back you immigrated from Cuba to live with your father, Westley Vincent James Sr. And in those two years you have picked up a series of vandalisim and petty crime charges, no convictions. Nothing too violent here, though there's a note saying that you have been reported to be involved in several of the brawls we've been called in to report." the officer listed off.

West looked out the window, wondering when the dumb cop was going to take his a** to lockup so he could get bailed out already. They'd picked him up during his nighttime run, saying that a suspicious male matching his description had been seen in the area shortly after a liquor store got robbed. West snorted, knowing that they had only picked him up because he was Hispanic looking and in a nice neighborhood, obviously they were suspicious. Freaking racial profiling.

"Can we just take Northside dr and get going already? I have class in the morning and I don't want ot be out all night." West called out, making hte officer turn to face him.

"You might want to watch your attitude." the cop said threateningly. But West had faced down gang members armed with machine guns, a fat little piggie like this wasn't even getting an eyebrow raise out of him.

"Please Officer Badass, can you take me to lock up now? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" West fluttered his eyelashed sarcastically. "Maldito bastardo policía." he muttered under his breath. (F***ing cop b*).

The cop spat out some insults that West didn't even dignify with a response, and finally started to drive towards the cop shop. Of course the idiot didn't take West's advice and follow Northside, so they had to weave around the construction detours up Pinecrest for an extra ten minutes. Like everytime before, West was fingerprinted to determine if he really was whom his id claimed him to be, then he was left in the holding tank until his bail was posted. At least they removed the handcuffs first.

West was dozing lightly on the bench when his tiny grandmother came in. She was a feisty old lady, no one could argue with that, as she marched in there with her massive purse and hideous shawl. Cops were falling over themselves in an attempt to flee her grandmother wrath. For a woman who had only learned english in the last three years, she knew more than enough words to tell off every officer in earshot for arresting her 'darling' grandson.

One of the bikers in the holding tank, a big, beefy man mountain looked at West. "Darling grandson?" the tough guy asked, voice harsh from smoking since puberty.

West smirked at the guy, not the least bit intimidated or embarassed. "She's seventy and has no problem beating my a** with that cane of hers. Would you tell her not to call you whatever she wanted?" he retorted.

The bike gave him a crooked grin, face ugly from years of fighting. "Not me, I'm not that brave." he admitted as no less than two cops came running to unlock the cell door and let West out.

"And next time you arrest someone just for being Cuban, I'll come back here with a flock of cock sucking lawyers!" West's grandmother threatened.

"Blood sucking 'la, you meant blood sucking." West corrected, wincing at the unintended sexual comment. Hearing your elderly grnadmother say those things would make you flinch too!

"No empieces conmigo Westley Vincent James jr!" she turned on him and jabbed a knobby finger into his chest. (Don't you start with me!)

"No abuela. Tienes razón y lo siento." West replied and bowed in front of her, grabbing her gnarled hand away from his chest and kissing the back of her hand like a courtier. (No grandmother. You're right and I am sorry). He knew that tone of voice, she demanded respect and would accept nothing less than perfect obedience right now. Normally he just called her 'la instead of Abuela, but right now, even using his nicname for her would get him smacked up the back of the head. With the cane. Though to be fair, his grandmother wasn't exactly the strongest person around so it was more like a stiff tap than a beating.

Getting arrested at eleven o'clock at night sure left little to no time for actual sleep before West had to get up the next morning. He had a dark bruise all the way around one wrist from how tight the cuff was, and he found himself grateful that the highschool he still attended required a sweater over hte dress shirt. It would hide the bruise and keep people from asking about it. Not that his friends cared, but he got sick of the girls fawning over him. Highschool girls just generally didn't do it for him.

West was nineteen but he hadn't finished school before now, and this was actually his first real attempt to pass. He'd done well in school in Cuba, then Spain, and that's where the trouble started. His father, the esteemed West Sr. had a wandering eye and a nomadic life. Sr worked for the Candian Embassies all over hte world and landed a gig in Cuba. West's mother had been the beauty to top all beauties back then and she'd caught his father's attention very quickly. Things being what they were, eventually West was born. And his father was so excited, because West jr was his first son. But West wasn't an only child. Daddy dearest had a wife and kids back in Canada, and no desire to tell them about the newest James offspring to come along. After his five year stint in Cuba ended, Sr went to Spain and got a semi-permanent station there.

West and his mother had been happy in Cuba, and even though West generally held his father in contempt, he reluctantly admired that Sr managed to send money and write to West and his mother every week. And West had grown up knowing who his father was and why he wasn't around. But then West's mother, Pilar, started to get sick. The doctors ran tests and West watched his mother whither away over the next few years. By his twelfth birthday, she'd died of cancer. His maternal grandmother had retired and had next to no money available to support him, so West's father did the honorable thing. He informed his family about his past transgression, and took West to come live with him in Spain.

Memories of the past were knocked out of his head when he reached final class for the day. He was a drama student, not because he was good at acting (though he was), but because it was as close to basket weaving as this school got. The performance hall had a massive stage at one end, and another section devoted to glass walls, ballet pose bars and open space for the dance class. Normally West ignored the girls in that class, they all followed along behind the beautiful but b****y Lexi Hamilton. And as hot as she was, it wasn't worth suffering through her attitude just to 'dip his stick', as it were.

Today though, there was someone new in class that completely caught his eye. She was taller than the other girls, probably 5'9 or a little more, and she had a reddish brown tint to her skin, pale now, but under the sun it'd resemble his own colour more than the bland beige most girls went. Her hair was down to her butt, wavy and thick, each strand catching a different colour of brown in the lights. West mused about how thick her hair was, and whether or not it would be able to cover his hands compeletly when he grabbed her head to kiss her. Because she was different. He could see it in her eyes.

The other highschool girls were just that, girls. Young, yappy, clingy, needy and inexperienced. This new girl was entirely different if you knew what to look for. His eyes raked down to take in how she wore her dance leotard, the way she moved, everything. She was fit and slender in a way that was as much due to exercise as it was to not having enough money to eat three square meals a day. He'd seen the look on himself far too often to think anorexia. Her eyes were dark and held a weight to them that proclaimed louder than words that she had lived through some serious s*** and came out the other side of it scarred but alive.

"Who's the new girl?" West asked one of his buddies, knowing that someone in drama had to have heard it by now.

"Her name is Alice. Apparently she used to be a stripper." one of the drama girls spoke up. Jasmine...no, Jessica? No, West thought, trying to recall her na,e.

"Alice huh. Thanks." West gave the nerdy girl a smile. She smiled back at him, a little dazed and West toned down the charm. What was normal behaviour for a Cubano like him was heavily flirty here in Canada and most girls started to get the wrong idea about him very quickly.

West mused over the fact that the new girl used to be a stripper. How the h*** does a seventeen year old become a stripper? Though looking at how she moved and the tight dancing costume she had on. West had to admit that he could believe she'd do very well taking off all her clothes for money.

"I know that look. You're going to claim ehr aren't you?" Romeo asked him, groaning as he said hte words. West's Trinidadian friend made a face at him. "You could have any girl in the school. Probably every girl in the school all at once if you wanted. Why d'you gotta nab the new hottie?"

West grinned down at the shorter guy. "I'm a patient hunter Romeo. There's no fun to be had with any of these girls. That one though," he pointed at Alice. "That one's different. I bet you a week of math homework that she will make things interesting here for me." he grinned a little dark grin. "She's so mine." he stated with confidence.

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He didn't approach the new girl though, letting her have some time to settle into the school and start to relax. Of course he heard about the crap the student body was putting her through, all led by Lexi and those cabrons of hers. (cabrons= a**holes). West got to hear their detailed descriptions of what it had been like to see the new girl dance as a stripper. Apparently she had extensive tattoos on her back and left arm, though she hadn't looked like the type to go ink crazy.

West was determined to find a way to make the new girl come to him, so that she never knew that from the first day onwards, every male in the senior and junior years knew that she belonged to him. The thing was, the more West watched, the more he was convinced that maybe she was already taken. No one had heard anything about her having a boyfriend, and no one had heard anyone in the other highschools claim her as theirs, so West kept pursuing her silently. But he had this feeling that she was taken, so he was even more patient than normal for him.

Until the day the classes were brought together for the Gala. Every year this highschool threw a fundraiser. Tickets cost $20, but they included dinner and a show. The drama class, the dance class, choir and band all got lumped together to perform whatever the teachers picked out. Last year they had done Les Miserable, West reluctantly cast as Jean Valjean. It had been a resounding success and the girl who'd played Cosette had ended up on tv after a scout in the audience saw her.

This year the teachers were having them do A Mid Summer Night's Dream, and he was immediately handed the script for Oberon. West stared at the thick pages, knowing that this was going to be a lot of work. The drama teachers loved to make him hte leading male, because it guaranteed that every female student (and some of the teachers) would attend the show to watch.

"Mr. James, you will be working closely with Ms. Spade. She will be playing Puck to your Oberon. The other student you'll be working closely with is Ms. Hamilton. Good luck." the drama teacher informed him and wandered off to go settle an arguement between the mechanicals. {A/N: in the play, a group of actors are called the mechanicals}.

West turned to see the hot new chick calmly walking over to see them. Even her walk was full of swagger. Not the 'look at me' kind most girls had, where their hair bounced and their hips swished. She walked like she was about to burst into violent action, all carefully coiled grace.

"Alright boys, I'm supposed to either trick, charm or steamroller my way past some of you guys to find a flower. We need to make it showy, action-y and fast paced." she announced as she reached them.

""-Y." West added on as she stopped talking, unable to resist the temptation of making her single him out. She shot him an assessing look that he smirked at. Her eyes dragged down from his golden ones, to take in the baggy uniform that hid away his powerful physique. Then she gave him a smirk and kept talking like he hadn't said anything!

"Can you guys do that for me?" she asked, acting like he'd never interrupted.

"Yeah we can do that for you. The question is, can you keep up?" West countered, adapting to her hard to get attitude. He liked that she wasn't fawning all over him like the other clinggers this school housed.

"What I got, you can't handle. If you think you're so good, show me what you've got. Wow me." she challenged, stepping back to give him room.

West could feel the dangerous smirk spread across his face. It was the same smile he wore while fighting, f***ing, and pretty much anything that involved adrenaline and action. He felt the beat of hte song hit his blood and he started to move, body deeking out hip hop with a little b-boy for some flare. He could see the glow in her eyes and he thought he had her already. Until she started to dance along side him. Holy s*** she was mouth watering. Her body moved through her own hiphop routine, echoing moves he did as if she'd done this kind of thing all the time. He konged it at the end of the song, wanting her to see the hard body under the soft clothes. Because West was more determined than ever to havethis girl in his arms.

Class was letting out and normally West would leave the new girl to chase him. But he hadn't even told her his name yet, and she needed to start thinking about him more. So he sauntered over to her. "Hey, I'm West." he introduced himself.

"West?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

He chuckled, used to that kind of reaction. Most people expected him to be named Castro or Pablo. "Yeah, Westley Vincent James jr." he offered as an explanation. "Anyways I just wanted to say that was pretty cool. You're kinda sick for a little squaw you know." he saw her blink, surprise flooding across her face as he recognised her ancestry. Honestly it had been a lucky guess, her high cheekbones and reddish tan had implied "redskin", Native.

"Yeah well you don't suck either. I think this might be fun." she replied and he grinned at her. He knew she would think about him later now, so he waved at her, smiling, and walked back to his friends.

"So is she yours yet?" Romeo asked sarcastically.

"This one's in the bag." West grinned confidantly. How wrong he was.

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A/N: I know there is no teacher for West to romance right now. We're getting there. Patience :P

Yay Alice! We finally get to see a little of her world from someone else's POV. And West isn't as good a boy as he pretends to be :P I'll try to get to the introduction of the teacher West falls for in the next chapter. Something that took a long while in QoS has just been covered in a few paragraphs here, and it's making me feel strange :P I gave myself jetlag by writing two different stories in the same timeline. go me.