Authors Note:
This chapter does have a bit of violence in it so just a warning incase you want to skip
At Studio A:
A Troupe had just finished rehearsing and were on their lunch break. Jacquie was sitting with the rest of a troupe when Jack came in.
"Hi Jacquie. I want to speak to you!" Jack said, grabbing her by the wrist, "Has your small brain found out how we can frame him yet?"
"I have actually" Jacquie said, smirking
"Don't talk to me like that!" Jack said, digging his nails into her wrist
"I'm sorry!" Jacquie said quickly, trying to not make a scene
"You should be, anyway - what is the plan?" Jack said, loosening his grip slightly
"I can't tell you here, what if any of them heard" Jacquie said, nodding her head at the direction of a troupe
"Hmm... true... meet me in the locker room at the end of rehearsal" Jack demanded
"Ok," Jacquie replied and began to make her way back to A-Troupe
"You better not tell anyone." Jack hissed in her ear as he walked past
"So what did Jack want?" Richelle questioned
"Uhhh... nothing..." Jacquie lied, looking down at her hands
"When did you... or should I say, who did that?" Henry asked Jacquie, pointing at the red mark around her left wrist. Jacquie doesn't say anything, and just as Henry was going to ask again, Emily walked in with Noah and called them all back to rehearsal.
At the Locker Room:
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Jack shouted at Jacquie, slapping her across her face, unaware that Henry was watching and recording the whole ordeal
"I'm sorry... Richelle was speaking with me..." Jacquie said, stuttering
"THAT'S NO EXCUSE, YOUR A WASTE OF SPACE!" Jack shouted at her, pinning her against the wall and repeatedly punching her in her stomach and finally in his frustration smashing a china vase over her head
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The Next Step - Season 7 (Fanfiction)
Short StoryThe Next Step have just won Regionals but there's a problem! A-Troupe is short a dancer. They're now on their journey to Nationals, do they have what it takes, or will the drama/pressure get to them?
