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...
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Another day, another half a bottle of foundation that I'm going to need to use to cover this very prominent hickey.
Somehow, over the last twenty four hours this bruise has only managed to grow more red, and more visible.
I thought they were supposed to go down after a day or two, but it seems that James has literally left his mark on me, and I'm not happy about it in the slightest.
Luckily, he didn't notice the giant bruise on my neck yesterday at rehearsal. Instead, he spent the time lecturing me about how it's his choice if he wants to let Stephanie touch his penis in the middle of the freaking juice bar!
God, she's so infuriating, and the way she winked at me just sent shivers down my spine.
It's not like I'm jealous, I just hate them both so much, especially James, that I can't help but feel frustrated by the predictability of the situation.
To think that only yesterday I was literally comparing our relationship, not that we have one, to Romeo and Juliet, and then no less than four hours later I see him getting touched up by Stephanie, it just makes my stomach turn.
He was so cocky about everything too, he just tried to tell me I don't have control over his life and that I was just jealous because I wished it was me feeling him up instead of Stephanie, James has the biggest ego I have ever known someone to have, and honestly, I'm sick of the sight of him.
Today is the last rehearsal of the duets, and hopefully the last time I'll ever have to spend time with James alone in the same room.
All he's done this week is either argue with me or push me against the wall and kiss me, and much like yesterday, my mind is only thinking about James, but instead of reliving the way his breath mixed with mine as his tongue danced around my mouth, all I can imagine is delivering all the snide comments that I've created in my head to James, to tell him how much I hate him.
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I'm stood next to the bar, stretching my legs in studio B. We're still rehearsing in here after being demoted to our own private room to make sure that James wouldn't beat up Eldon more than he already did two days ago.
The one good thing about seeing James is seeing the funny purple colour that his cheek has turned from the bruise that was left there by Eldon.
I defended James in their fight, and I still stand by that choice, Eldon was completely in the wrong to insult James like that, but it doesn't make James any less infuriating.
I let out a sigh as I pull my leg up over the bar to stretch, when I hear the cocky voice of James.
"What's wrong, baby, did you miss me?" He asks me innocently, biting his lip to hide the smirk that he's trying to repress.
I just roll my eyes and scoff at him in response.
Baby, seriously?
"Don't call me baby," I snap at him, tilting my head to grimace at him, "besides, I thought you'd have that name picked out for your girlfriend Stephanie," I reply flatly, not revealing any emotion in my face or tone.
