The Part of Me That You Don't See~a Dance Moms Maddie AND Mackenzie story~

Ch 19: Bad Things Happen At Rehearsal

Quick A/N Before Chapter:

Hey guys! I've kinda had what I guess you can call a change in attitude. I realize that I shouldn't expect everybody to comment. It's just that other stories get sooo many comments and I am lucky to get 1 per chapter, but I'm just gonna write and hope you enjoy it. 

SHOUTOUT TO MY FAITHFUL READERS @MackZ111 @lindseypaulson and @LiviDanceHP! So without further ado, let's get on to the chapter! 

Mackenzie's POV

After we pull away from the kiss and our magical moment has ended, I hear some laughing and whispering. I glance up to see ALL the girls plus Abby and the cameras watching us, and of course, it just had to be filmed. But I didn't care. For once I didn't care. The rest of the night we just ran the group dance over and over, making things cleaner, sharper, adding more emotions, but it was mostly just a blur to me. All I could think about was how much I liked James. I never thought it would happen, but I do believe I've found the perfect boy for me. 

James's POV

I took my place in the front middle as we practiced the group routine for the bajillionth time. Miss Abby kept scolding me for looking back at Kenzie. Finally she pulled me aside. 

"What is wrong with you today?" She asked with that growly voice she gets when she talks semi-softly. 

"I dunno." I dumbly muttered, knowing she wouldn't take such a ditzy answer.

"Well you need to snap out of it, whatever IT is. You realize competition is tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah..." I mumbled, my mind once again wandering. Why do my thoughts keep drifting to her?" 

"Yeah, I repeated. I'll get my head in the game."

"Dance is more than just a game," Abby frowned. "Get back in the studio with the girls." I started toward Studio A, but I was caught by a hand that pulled me around the corner and into the girls bathroom. It was Brooke, and Kendall stood in the bathroom, walking towards me. 

"Hey, I don't think I'm supposed to be in here!" I joked, trying to get out of this awkward situation. 

"It's okay," Kendall cooed in a creepy tone. 

"It's our fault, our plan." Brooke echoed, whispering in my ear. 

"Uh, okay, well I gotta go. Miss Abby told me to get back to the studio and she'll be looking for me. 

"Brooke, go back in and tell Abby that James left." Kendall demanded. 

"But-" She argued. 

"Just do it!" Kendall rudely rolled her eyes. She gestured Brooke forward, whispering something in her ear. 

Brooke nodded and walked off, trying to act like she didn't care that she was always bossed around by her best friend. 

Kenzie's POV

I wonder where James is! I thought. Miss Abby came back from their little talk, but he never did! I saw Brooke come sauntering in the door with a bratty smirk on her face. She sashayed over to her place and jumped right into the routine with the rest of us. When everyone switched places, Brooke did her grande jete over to where I was, and grabbed hold of  my arm, not letting me move to my new location. 

"Let go!" I whispered fiercely. 

"No," She whispered back. "Go to the bathroom." She continued.

"What? No! We are in the middle of a dance! Now move!" Unfortunately, the dance had progressed quite a bit by now, and we were drawing a large amount of Abby's attention. 

"LET ME GO BROOKE!" I yelled, trying to show Abby that it was Brooke's fault. 

" Girls, girls!" What's happening. Talk to me." Abby bellowed, stopping the music. We stood like deer in headlights, Brooke's eyes wide.

"What's happening?" She repeated.

"Mackenzie's lying! She's trying to get me in trouble!" Brooke screeched, swiftly removing her hand from my arm. 

"No I'm not!" I yelled, but it was no use.

"Out in the den Mackenzie. You sit out the rest of class." Abby said, her eyebrows furrowing. I glared at Brooke and her fake tears she was now showing. I stormed out of the studio, slamming the door.

"Well, I guess now I don't get to practice my solo! It's not my fault when I don't win!" I thought. 

I flopped down on the couch in the den still steaming mad. Why do they hate me so much? I thought. My thoughts were interrupted by some weird sounds coming from the door in the corner that lead to the bathroom. I heard lots of slurping and sucking.

"What the heck! Is someone drinking a smoothie in there or something?" I thought. 

I stood up and went closer to the door, putting my ear against it. The sound was much louder, and I heard a murmuring voice that sounded alot like Kendall. I realized she wan't rehearsing with the group, so I swung the door open out of curiosity and confusion. I blinked, not even believing what I was seeing. 

"Sorry to interrupt." I yelled coldly and slammed the door, walking out the door. I can't believe it. 

James's POV 

Stop it Kendall! Get away from me!" I shouted, my muscles tensing at her touch. 

"But why? Don't you think I'm beauuutiful?" She purred awkwardly, batting her false eyelashes. 

"Just get off me, I'm dating Mackenzie!" I said. Kendall was surprisingly strong.

"Mackenzie doesn't like you." Kendall said, but I knew she was making things up.

"Of course she does-" I began to say, but I was cut off by Kendall whispering in my ear, "But I like you,"

Then she started to kiss me, not letting me out of her grasp. I didn't want this! I had almost wriggled out from under her to get away when the door opened. It was Mackenzie.

"Sorry to interrupt." She shouted sarcastically, but she was so mad her feet were burning holes in the floor!

"Wait! Kenzie!" I called, Kendall falling to the floor, but smirking. She looked very happy. 

"Don't call me Kenzie!" She yelled, the loudest I've ever heard her speak. I was startled, and angry with Kendall, but most of all I was sad. I had messed up again! Why didn't I just push Brooke and Kendall and leave the studio!? Why am I such a terrible boyfriend? These were the thoughts that filled my head. But then the most terrifying of them all, the thought, are we even still together?