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 weight, eating disorders, sexual coercion and homophobia. If any of these topics may be upsetting to read, please skip over this chapter. It's more important to look after your mental health than it is to read this. Take care of yourselves, I love you <3
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Another over 8000 word chapter because I like to play with your hearts. Good luck :)
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"You look very handsome tonight," I tell him, my head resting on his arm as I intertwine my fingers with his as we walk down the long hallway that leads to the room where the mixer is happening.
"Thank you," he speaks up, taking the compliment lightly as he loosens his grip on my fingers as we approach, and I furrow my eyebrows in response to his reaction.
I move my hand away from his, my body twisting so that I can stand in front of him, facing him as I gesture to my silk blue dress.
"And me?" I ask, twirling slightly to exaggerate the point.
I can be better for him whilst also having reassurance that I look good. I don't need it, I know I look amazing, but it's nice to hear it coming from someone else every once in a while.
"What about you?" He asks, but his eyes aren't focused on my twirling body, instead he looks above me, staring at something behind me as his lips curl upward in response, his teeth finding the skin of his lower lip as he tugs against it slightly.
I turn my head to see who he's so clearly checking out, but the only person there is West, and I know for a fact Eldon wouldn't be checking him out.
Maybe I'm just overthinking things, and I turn back to face his hardened expression as West walks through the already open door to the main room.
"And how do I look?" I snap, my voice loud and impatient as I click my fingers in front of his face.
He may not have been checking anyone out but that still doesn't give him the right to ignore me, if I'm going to be better for him then he can't just start being worse for me.
Stay calm, Em. He loves you, you're just overreacting.
You don't want to argue with him again, that won't do anything to benefit you.
"You look nice," he compliments me, but his eyes drift to somewhere else, his hand reaching out to take mine and I accept.
Intertwining our fingers, I roll my eyes at his blunt words.
"Are you okay?" I ask him, my voice still exuding the remnants of my frustration as I look up to meet his eyes, which are entirely void of any emotion.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he assures me, but he doesn't meet my eyes as he takes a step towards the double doors of the hall.
I walk alongside him, my hand squeezing his in comfort because for some odd reason he doesn't seem like he's okay.
