Her Sister's Boyfriend

07

Riley's POV:

"James, we're gonna be late for rehearsals," I moan as he places kisses along my neck. I feel him smirk against my skin before he pulls back. He was shirtless but still had his tracksuit bottoms on as I was in my bra, but also had my shorts on.
"Then we best make the most of the short time we have left, babe," he says. Babe. He's never called me that before. I've only ever heard him call my sister that. Another reminder of how bad a person I am. I bite my lip as he begins to pull his joggers off, leaving him in just his boxers.
I was lying on my back in his car and he was propped on top of me. Luckily, the windows were blacked out so no one could see us.
Once he had taken them off fully, he threw them on the floor recklessly before placing a soft, quick kiss on my lips and then moving down to my chest where some of my cleavage was already revealed to him.

Emily's POV:

I was going to go and join A-Troupe rehearsals after teaching a class to B-Troupe. Miss Kate allowed me to start teaching a few classes here and there whenever I'm free because of my ankle injury. I love it though, even when B-Troupe can be a lot to handle sometimes and Phoebe usually has to take over. I prefer teaching J-Troupe and the younger ones in baby ballet.
I enter studio A where everyone was, but James and my sister weren't there. Apparently, they had told everyone they were working on some sort of duet, but I'm pretty sure the duet they were working on a couple of weeks ago was only for that day. I don't understand why they're still practicing it if it's for nothing in particular.

I see Michelle sat on one of the benches away from everyone else but she seemed pretty beaten up by something. Not literally, but mentally. Her eyes were red as if she had been crying and her nose was running slightly. I know that we've never really been on good terms, but she still is one of my friends and I do care about her. Besides, it doesn't look like anyone else was bothered to check if she was okay, so I walk over and sit beside her, taking a pack of tissues out of my back jeans pocket to give to her.

"Thanks," she sniffed. She took the tissue out of my hand but didn't wipe her nose. She was probably just embarrassed and didn't want to clean herself up in front of everyone.
"Do you want to go somewhere else and talk?" I ask her softly. She nods slightly and so I stand up with her before we both begin to walk out of the room. Stephanie and a few other people looked at us oddly, mainly me because it's not every day that I would want to help Michelle out but here we are.

We stand in the corridor just outside of the studio, so we didn't really go far, and then sat on the bench beside one another.

"What's bothering you, Mich?" I ask her. She shrugs and looks down where she started fiddling with her hands. I know she probably doesn't trust me enough to talk to me about all of her personal issues, but for once I care, so she really shouldn't take this moment for granted. I sigh and place my hand over hers which causes her to look up. "Michelle, I'm asking you so please be a respectful person and answer," I say.

"Well why are you being so nice to me in the first place?" she asks harshly. I roll my eyes and sigh. Despite mine and Michelle's history, in the end, she is still a part of the team and she honestly does mean a lot to me. She means a lot to everyone on A-Troupe that is.
"It's probably because I care. But you and I both know that I am never ever going to admit to that so..." I drift off. She stifles a small laugh which makes me smile.
"Okay..." she says slowly. She looks back down to avoid eye contact with me whilst she spoke. "Well, you know my parents are divorced and everything. I'm an alternate for Internationals, the biggest competition ever even after I was Miss Nationals Soloist. My mum took the cat to Wisconsin with her."
"You have a cat?" I ask and she nods. "What's his name?"
"Tiggy," she answers and then finally uses the tissue to clean her nose.
"Cute."
"I know," she mumbles.
"What else?"
"Well, I have to sit on the throne the entire time like some sort of ornament whilst everyone else is dancing around me doing their best. I feel invisible and it just feels like no one cares about me anymore because it's like everyone is so annoyed with me constantly crying and being upset all the time, but I can't help it."
"That's not true Michelle," I tell her as I lightly touch her arm. "I do. I care about you," I say softly. She looks up at me and it's like everything comes to a halt as we look at each other.
"Do you really mean that?"
"No, I'm lying," I say sarcastically. Then, before I know it, our lips touch and we're kissing. I don't know what I'm doing because I already have a boyfriend, but as we kiss, it's like sparks fly and it feels so good.
I pull back and find her smiling. I never realized how nice it is to see her smile. It's contagious.
"I liked that," she says quietly.
"I liked it too."
She then begins to lean in again and we kiss for the second time. This time much longer as she combs her fingers through my hair.

West's POV:

Miss Kate told me to go and find Riley, James, and Michelle because we desperately needed to get back to rehearsing our ten-person dance for Internationals. I have no clue where either of them were so I went to go and look for them, just wandering around the building.

I left studio A and then the first thing I saw when I turned the corner was Emily and Michelle kissing on the bench in the hallway. I had to blink a couple of times to make sure I wasn't just dreaming. 

They continued heavily making-out as they didn't see me and so I had to clear my throat, in order to get their attention. Emily immediately pulled back and looked up to see me, which caused her to quickly detangle her fingers out of Michelle's hair. Michelle must have been confused as she tried to lean in again but Emily had to shake her head as she looked down, obviously feeling embarrassed that I had just caught the two of them doing that. It's quite a shock since they literally hate each other, but I guess opposites really do attract, right?

When Michelle turns around, a clear crimson red blush grows on her cheeks. I don't know what this meant and whether the two of them aren't straight? I don't know if they really do like each other in that way or whether it all just happened in the moment, but one thing I do know is that I have to tell James about this once I find him.

"West, you can't tell anyone you saw this," Emily says in a stern whisper. Michelle raises an eyebrow at her as I look around, dumbfounded.
"Why can't he?" I hear Michelle whisper to her.
"Because I have a boyfriend," Emily reminded her. They both turned back to me. 

James is my bro and so for me to not tell him that his girlfriend was technically cheating on him is almost like a sin. But looking at Emily's face right now, I'm remembering the feelings I once had for her when we kissed at Nationals. Those feelings might not still be there but I do know that I care about her. And it's obvious that she is hanging onto thin threads right now since she's just as confused as I am herself about what she wants.

"Okay. I won't tell anyone," I say. She lets out a breath of relief, but I hadn't yet finished. "But if this is something long-term-" I continue, relatively talking about the two girls. "-then you have to talk to James about it before I do."
She exchanges looks with Michelle before looking back at me and nodding.
"Okay. I'll talk to him."
"Good," I respond, before turning and walking off to find the other two.

Michelle's POV:

This isn't fair. I know for a fact that James is cheating on Emily himself. It doesn't make any sense to me. They're just lying to each other. I don't even know who it is he was talking on the phone with the other day. I wish I knew. Because whoever it is, I am never going to let them be.