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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I'm sat on Emily's bed with her, I've been here for about an hour but she was so happy to see me and I couldn't ruin her good mood by dropping the major bombshell about the alternate choreography plan.
Riley arrived home about half an hour ago, but she didn't even say a word to anyone and just went straight to her room.
She is probably too scared to get into a conversation with anyone here, she probably just assumed that I had already told Emily and Julie about Riley's major betrayal.
I look into my girlfriend's beautiful eyes and she smiles at me, placing a hand on my thigh and giving it a squeeze.
"I have a question to ask you," she announces, locking eyes with mine as her smile drops and her face becomes serious.
I feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion and smile to relieve the shocked expression that came over me. Maybe I'm just nervous about telling her about the plan, but I'm sure she just wants to as me to go on a date or something.
"Go ahead," I tell her with a smile, and she pulls her hands away to sit closer to me.
"When I left today, I saw your car was still in the parking lot. So was Michelle's. You told me you left before I did, so why the fuck did you lie?" She snaps at me sourly, sucking her teeth at me viciously.
Fuck, she thinks that I'm going behind her back.
I would never dare to do that, I love her, she must know that.
"Did you want to spend time with Michelle, is that it? Are you fucking her on the side, is that whats going on?" She yells at me, losing her temper for every second of my silence.
I feel my mouth gape open in disbelief, I can't believe that she would actually think that I'm seeing Michelle on the side.
"No, I swear," is all I manage to say before I'm met with a slap from Emily.
I instantly bring my hand up in reflex from the sharp pain that coursed over my body.
"What the fuck was that for?" I demand, losing my temper just as much as she is.
"You're a fucking liar!" She screams, before attempting to slap me again. I see what's coming this time and grab her wrist firmly before she can make contact with my skin.
I glare at her with wide eyes. "Don't you dare slap me again," I snarl at her sadistically. "I'm warning you," I say with a harsh whisper before letting go of her hand.
"Do you want to be with her, Eldon? Is that what you want?" She asks me, her voice faltering as it breaks when she asks the dreaded question.
I can't believe that she could be so fucking delusional to think that I wouldn't want to be with her.
"No, of course I don't want to be with Michelle. I'm with you, Em, and you look like a psycho demanding that I tell you my every move for every second of the day!" I tell her sternly, raising my voice slightly as I feel my temper grow.
