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...
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"It's Lucien," she tells me, inhaling a deep breath as she shakes her head at me. "He's still got you tied in to the studio."
The words leave her lips in a harshly sincere tone, and I feel as though all of the alcohol has evaporated from my body, sobering me up in a second as my lips part in shock.
Tied in to the studio, what the hell does that mean? What hold could he possibly have on me?
No, she has to be lying. I escaped his grasp, I got out, I'm free of his evil claws, surely.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I stammer, my voice asking a begging question as my eyes meet hers with wrath.
She has to be playing with me right now, why would she want me to go back to that deceitful pit of hell, she hates me, I thought she would be overjoyed at my exit from the studio.
She takes a step closer, her eyes darting around the room to make sure no one else is listening in on our conversation. I also look around to confirm that, but they're all otherwise engaged in making out with one another.
I can practically smell the teenage angst in this room, and it's disgusting.
"Lucien still has you signed on an NDA," she whispers, and I want more than anything to condemn this as a lie, but her eyes are shadowed in sympathy, making me doubt my initial response.
Maybe she is just trying to help me? But why the hell would she do that? She clearly doesn't give a shit about me, she's the one who made me sign that freaking NDA in the first place.
Her eyes grow wide in anticipation of my response, and I shake my head, a humourless chuckle falling from my lips as I scrunch my nose in entire disbelief that she would ever try to help me.
She doesn't owe me, there's no reason as to why she would ever go out of her way to help me, this must be another one of Lucien's elaborate schemes to recruit me back into the studio, and he's probably got all of his brain washed minions to tell me the same thing.
"You're a liar," I spit at her, there's no possible way he could even have another copy of my signature. I signed one document, which I ripped apart.
My own hands couldn't have lied to me, and there's no way in hell I would ever trust Amanda. She's going through a lot of shit but I'm not just gonna sit back and allow her to drag me into her problems too.
"Why would I lie about this?" She counters, her voice serious as her tone is coated in a false sense of hurt.
She's a good actress, I'll give her that. Her manipulation is almost believable.
"Why wouldn't you? You hate me, Amanda," I snap back, my tone venom as I hiss the stern truth at her.
She takes a step back, her hand brushing through her hair as she shakes her head, acting as though my lack of belief in her is some sort of unlikely situation.
