"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control- control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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As we gather in the centre of Studio A, I can't help but feel the eerie tension in the room. This is the first time that we've all been in the same room after what happened last weekend. I still haven't heard anything after that night; not even Emily will tell me anything.
"Do you think if Grace is dead we'll get a week off of dance?" Lily asks me.
I furrow my brows, showing her that that was probably an inappropriate thing to say. "Seriously?"
She shrugs. "Or even a day off? I mean, anything would be great."
"Why? So that you can go and spend time at Kingston's house so that you can fuck him?"
"No." She shakes her head, trying to pretend as though she had a more appropriate reason in mind. "So that we can grieve, you know."
"Sure." I giggle slightly.
Lily and I haven't spoken since we saw Michelle with Jones's tongue down her throat. I know that Lily is upset about it, but I can tell that she's trying to hide her feelings.
I decide to ask her about it anyway. "A- are you okay? You know, after what we saw?"
"What did we see?" She pretends to be confused.
"Come on, Lily, we seen Michelle getting-." I stop myself before continuing. "I'm not gonna say it, but you know what we both saw."
She looks disgusted. "I- I don't wanna think about it. I think if I do, I might just throw up."
"Uhm, yeah, same."
I decide to ask her the question again. "But how are you? Like, how actually are you?"
She shrugs. "I guess I've just gotta be fine with it. There's nothing I can do about it. I mean, I can't change the fact that she can't keep her legs closed."
I giggle slightly. "Now I remember why we're friends."
Suddenly, there's a loud noise as the doors to studio A are thrown open. All of us watch as Michelle storms into the room, her face displaying her bad mood. She struts over to the centre of the room, her ponytail swaying dramatically behind her.
We all stand in silence as we wait to hear what she has to say.
She inhales before saying, "Do you know how embarrassing that was last weekend?"
Oh, so she wants to talk about what happened.
"I left that place feeling so disgusted, so ashamed of all of you!" She scans her eyes over each one of us. "Every single one of you made me look like a mess!"
