When new girl Michelle joins A-troupe, everything changes. What'll happen now that Emily's throne is up for grabs? With love comes scandal, sex and secrecy, and with these dancers, there's always a price to pay.
The Next Step TV show reimagined as...
Trigger Warning- Mention of an attempt of sexual assault.
(This chapter is over 6000 words, which is the longest chapter of the story so far. So I hope you enjoy, it took me a lot longer to write haha ;) )
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I tap my pen against the paper with scrawls of math questions all over it. I'm supposed to be completing this dumb fucking test but I don't give a fuck. Why do I need math? It's a waste of my fucking time.
I colour the corner of the page black with the sticky ink of my biro, my head resting in my other hand as I look up to the clock which tells me I still have half an hour left of this shit.
God, I hate school. Six more months of this crap and then I'll be done, thank fuck. And then I'll never have to learn about shitty algebra ever again.
The worst thing about this class is that Luke is sat on my left, his fingers grazing over his knuckles as he admires his new ink. It looks shit, he looks like he did it himself, like the rest of his arms that are littered in tats as well.
I have nothing against them, I actually want tattoos as well when I turn eighteen, but you'd never catch me doing a stick and poke, it never turns out right.
I feel my fingers grip the pen tighter in my hand, practically crushing the plastic coating as I glare at the asshole sat next to me, who is completely oblivious to how much of a dick he actually is.
He really just doesn't see that he's a cunt, and I want nothing more than to beat the shit out of him right now, but I can't. I need to get him alone, where no one can see us. I can't do it in public because I want to make sure he knows never to touch Stephanie, or any girl for that matter, without their consent again.
"You like my new ink?" He dares to ask me, probably noticing my scowl as I narrow my bitter eyes at him.
He has no right to speak to me, he's delusional to not be able to see that I fucking hate him and what he did to Steph. I'm fine with fucking a girl every night as long as it's consensual, I'm fine with him selling and doing drugs everyday but trying to sexually assault someone is where I draw the fucking line.
"Why the fuck are you talking to me?" I quip at him, distaste in my tone as I feel my mouth grow sour as I vocalise my thoughts.
"Why the fuck are you staring at me?" He quips back, his voice a sarcastic whisper as he ensures that the teacher won't overhear us.
She's too busy focusing on whatever the fuck she's doing on her computer to gaze in our direction, the only people that seem concerned by our conversation are the people sat around us, clearly annoyed that we're disrupting their test time.
Fuck the test, this is more important. I need to tell Luke straight before he dares to try and hurt Steph again.
I part my lips to speak but he quickly raises his finger to prevent my words forming as a smug smile swipes over his arrogant face.
