The dancer life

Chapter 13: Kaitlyn's POV

I shot Cara a text.
Me: Meet me down near the vendors! Maybe we can practice!
Cara: Kk! Have you seen Shannon the goody-two shoes rat anytime today?

I rolled my eyes and ignored her text about Shannon and kept walking downstairs to the venue. I put Shannon's old dress on a doorknob near one of the practice rooms. I also put the empty bottle of spray paint near it. The bait. This plan is fantastic. I can't wait until Cara gets busted. When I spotted Cara near the vendors, I ran up to her.

"Hey Cara!" I cheered.
She looked very freaked out and worried almost. "I have no idea how I'm gonna do my hair tomorrow Kaitlyn. Should I do the curlers with my bun wig? Or just a teased poof? Maybe I should just do my old full wig?" She ranted.
"Just do it how you normally do!" I suggested.
"Did I ask for your opinion?" She obnoxiously said as she rolled her eyes.
"Uhh yeah you just did." I told her.
"Whatever," she said. "I so freaked out about tomorrow, I need to know who I'm dancing with immediately! I had my mom go get a book a while ago but it's been like 5 minutes and my hornpipe isn't that strong and-"
I interrupted her annoying rant. Cara always does this before a competition, especially a major. It's because she knows Shannon's better than her, and more relaxed.
"Calm down Cara, gosh. It's a dance competition." I said.
"That's what you think, but it's the Oireachtas!! One of the most important competitions for an Irish dancer! Are you dumb? I actually have a chance at doing well unlike others." She said as she eyed me.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Look Kait, I have a shot at winning. I'm extraordinary. I train hard. You, well you're average sweetie." She patted my shoulder. What a bitch. Why have I been friends with her all this time?
I put on a fake smile.
"Totally!" I sarcastically said. "Do you wanna go to the practice room and practice?"
"Sure. I like to show off for the people in the practice room to psych up my competition."
I ignored her petty comment and walked towards the practice room, where Shannon's old dress was where I left it.
"Isn't that Shannon's old dress? I bet she's trying to sell it." I said in my most casual-and-not-apart-of-a-plan voice.
"It is!" She said as she walked closer toward the dress. She spotted the spray paint and picked both the spray paint and the dress up. She lifted both items in both hands and said: "Maybe she won't sell it if it got "accidentally" ruined by a spray paint accident." She mischievously said.
"Brilliant! Let's ruin it in one of those bathrooms over there." I suggested.
This plan was going so well.
We entered the bathroom and I saw Grace, Michael, and Shannon peering out the top of the 1st stall with the video camera. I nonchalantly locked the bathroom door so no one would come in. She held up the dress and the spray bottle in the other hand.
"This is our best idea yet!" She cheered before she sprayed the paint.
She tried to spray the dress, but noticed there was nothing coming out of the bottle.
After a few tries, she shook the bottle, but nothing came out.
"Guess we'll have to get toilet water on it." She said as she tossed the spray bottle behind her. She looked down the stalls to see if anyone was in them.
"Try the 1st stall." I said.
I followed her, and out popped Shannon, Grace, and Michael who was holding the video camera. Cara got startled. Her eyes popped out of her head almost. Her jaw dropped.
"And what were you doing with that?" I asked her as I pointed to my dress that I took from her hands.
"I...I ummmm," she started.
"It looked like she was about to ruin your dress Shannon!" I said as I stood next to them, showing Cara who's side I was really on.
"You were on their side this whole time?" She asked.
I nodded and deviously smiled.
"And we caught everything on tape!" Michael cheered.
"We can't wait to show this to our TC." Grace said excitedly.
Cara looked like she was about to cry. I've never seen her cry before. She always puts on a tough act.
"Please don't," tears rolled down Cara's face. "I'm begging you...please."
"Just give us answers first." Shannon demanded.
"Ok." She agreed.