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I sat in my room, staring at my phone.

Glowering at my phone was more like it …

This was a contingency plan that Renee came up with in case things didn’t go as planned. And things definitely did not go as planned. I sucked. I really, royally sucked. The only dance I performed well was the bullshit dance I had with Bella. The rest of the performances, I was worse than mediocre. I stumbled, fumbled and looked like a complete amateur. We needed that contingency plan because the dance I had with Bella was the strongest. For both of us, to be honest. I had to give her credit. She kicked ass. Despite her numerous injuries and there was a tiny, I mean miniscule, part of me that respected her for it. Like the size of a grain of rice, but that’s neither here nor there.

Shit. I’m growing a conscience. Stop that, Brandon. Just stop!

The dance, our dance, that was supposed to ruin her. I mean, I nailed her with my ‘unintentional’ kick. But, she didn’t give up. She went to the emergency room and muscled through.

And she performed better than me.

What. The. Fuck?!

So, I had plan B.

Picking up my phone, I dialed the number that Renee had sent to me. Might as well get this shit done. Isabella Swan is going down, bitches! “Hello? TMZ? My name is Alice Brandon and I’m a contestant on So You Think You Can Dance? I’m calling you regarding another contestant, Isabella Swan. It’s been brought to my attention that she’s been using performance enhancing drugs.”

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“All I want to do is sleep for days,” I muttered, leaning against Edward as we rode up the elevator to his apartment. “After I soak in your hot tub for a week.”

“Anything you want, pretty girl. But, keep in mind that we all have rehearsals for the results show on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. On Friday, you’re learning the opening number for the finale and practicing the pieces that the judges are choosing for the results show,” Edward said, kissing my neck. “You’ll get some significant time off before the tour. I promise you.”

I whimpered, pushing my face against his chest. “I just want to sleep …” He chuckled, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me into his apartment. He didn’t stop until we reached his bathroom. He didn’t say anything as he removed my clothes while the tub filled up with hot water and bubbles. “You’re too good to me, baby.”

“I’ll always be good to you, angel,” he whispered, lifting me off the counter and placing me into the fragrant bubbles.

“Are you joining me?” I asked, biting my lip.

“Is there any doubt?” he replied, shirking his clothes and sliding in behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist and he nuzzled my neck. “Better?”

“So much better,” I sighed. “This water feels like heaven and having you with me, makes it even better.”

“Well, I plan on spoiling you, Bella. You deserve to be pampered. My mom has made arrangements at the spa you guys went to earlier in the season. She is so proud of you,” Edward murmured. “I’m so proud of you, but I’m curious. What happened before the group number? The final dance?”

“Alice pretty much let her true colors show. She didn’t hold back and ripped all of us apart. Mainly the guys, but she seemed like she was going to do something ‘special’ for me,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Whatever, though. She’s a bitch and not worth my time. People know her, have seen how she acted. She dug her own fucking grave.”

“I agree,” Edward murmured, his fingers gliding along my belly. “Don’t think about her. She’s no longer your concern. She did everything she could to derail your dancing, but you persevered. Just enjoy this quiet evening and me pampering you.”

“Does this pampering include unhealthy foods?” I giggled. “I’m dying for some ice cream.”

“I’ll get you anything you want, Bella,” he laughed. “Just relax, though. Let the water soothe your aching body.” I nodded, leaning back against him and sighing contentedly as we stayed in there until the water cooled. He filled the tub again, this time washing every inch of my body and massaging my head as he washed my hair. 

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Edward bent down, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his arms. He kissed me, his lips moving feverishly with mine. I whimpered, clinging to him. He pulled back, breathing heavily. “I love you and you are more than just awesome. You’re my world, angel. Always will be. Kick some ass.” He smacked my butt and put me on my feet as the stage manager went around saying that it was thirty seconds until the end of commercial break.

Following Alice, I went on stage, waiting for the music to begin. “This is the last dance, guys,” Jacob breathed. “No matter who wins, this whole competition was amazing and I’m so lucky to have danced with you. All of you.”

“Jacob, that is so sweet,” I smiled, hugging him. “I feel the same way.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten here without you, Bells,” he said, kissing my cheek. “You took my audition piece and made it amazing. Thank you.”

“You guys are so pathetic,” Alice spat. “If I had my choice, I wouldn’t have danced with any of you. Jacob, you’re a lumbering oaf what has no sense of rhythm. Jasper, your dick is small and you’re a country redneck hick. And Bella … there are so many things that I can say about you. But, I won’t because I’m going to make you pay for ever crossing me.”

“God, you are such a bitch, Alice,” Jasper growled. “Your words, though, mean nothing. And my dick isn’t small. I was just sickened at how evil you truly are. I never got hard.” The music began and he flipped her off, stomping away as he started the hip hop/jazz number. I was next, shooting Alice a glower and sashayed, pretending to be a disenchanted model. It wasn’t hard, since I was disenchanted with Alice and her bullshit behavior.

She completely shed her skin and her true persona came out to play.

It wasn’t pretty.

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“It’s not allowed, Edward. You shouldn’t be here!”

I groaned, covering my head with my pillow, grating my teeth as Alice’s obnoxious voice filtered into my room. “You’re breaking the rules! I’m calling Alistair.”

“Put a fork in it, Alice,” Edward snapped. “Alistair knows I’m here; so does Carmen. This tattling bullshit is completely elementary and uncalled for. Because of your ‘unintentional’ slip, Bella’s knee was jacked up and her wrist is sprained. Carmen gave me the thumbs to take her home and spend the night.”

“Bella gets preferential treatment because she’s the judge’s darling,” Alice sneered. “It’s unfair!”

“Says the girl who is in the final four,” Edward barked back. “Go back to your room and worship the devil, you wretched little snot. Bella’s still sleeping and shouldn’t be disturbed. We got back from the ER late.” Alice huffed, stomping away and her feet heavily running down the stairs. I heard my door open and Edward slipped in.

“I’m awake,” I said, rolling out from underneath my cocoon of blankets. He pouted, walking to me and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Alice’s shrill bark could wake the dead. Besides, I had to pee.” I sat up, grimacing at every aching muscle. My wrist was swollen and discolored, but didn’t feel too badly. My knee, though, was in agony. I tested it timidly, whimpering with each movement.

“Do you need a pain killer?” Edward asked.

“Let me see if I can put weight on it,” I sighed, swinging my feet over the side of the bed. Edward stood in front of me, holding his palms out in front of him. I grasped them and let him gently help me to my feet. I balanced on my right foot and gingerly placed the left on the ground. It hissed, but it wasn’t too bad. I took a few tentative steps, becoming more confident as I crossed my bedroom. “I’m okay, but two more ibuprofen wouldn’t be bad. I’m going to shower and see if that loosens me up.”

“I’ll wait until you get into the shower,” Edward said, arching a brow. “In case you fall.”

“You are overprotective,” I quipped, picking up a fresh towel from the linen closet.

“I’m not … just concerned,” he snorted, giving me a wry little grin. “Go shower, angel. I’ll bring up some breakfast along with your meds.” I nodded and slipped into the bathroom. Much to Edward’s dismay, I managed to get into the shower without incident and spent forty-five minutes washing off the grime of rehearsing and the hospital away. I felt much better after I was clean and I dressed casually, knowing that I’d be in a slew of costume changes tonight for the performance finale.

Edward was waiting for me in my room with Jacob and Jasper. They were talking on Jacob’s phone, using FaceTime. I heard Rose’s voice. “Oh, is she riled up?” I asked.

“Isabella Marie Swan!” Rose growled. “Put her on the phone, damn it. I need to kick her ass.”

“Please don’t kick my ass,” I snickered, taking Jacob’s phone. “I’m injured enough.”

“That hoebag totally kicked you on purpose and she’s getting away with it. Why are you letting her get away with it?” Rose snarled. “If she pulls that shit tonight, I’m storming up there and drop kicking her across the stage. And I don’t think anyone will stop me, damn it!”

“I’m not letting her get away with anything,” I said, sitting down. Edward handed me a cup of coffee. I took a sip, humming appreciatively before turning back to Rose.  “The way everything happened, it legitimately could have been an accident. And I want to prove to myself and to her that I can win without resorting to fucking cheating.” I shot a glare at the three guys in my room. “She’s done everything to sabotage me, but I’ve come out on top. Her nonsense is not going to get in my way. I feel much better after my shower and with ibuprofen, I’ll be fine. I’m fine.”

“She’s still a hoebag,” Jasper grumbled under his breath.

“I’m going to say it. Alice is a raging cunt,” Jacob blurted. “I know that most women hate that word and for good reason, but it’s the perfect description for her. Alice is a cunt and a half and needs to have her ass kicked from here to Lake Titicaca.”

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“You better win, girl,” Tia sniffled. “If Malice kicks your ass, I’ll kick hers. Evil bitch from hell.” She threw another pair of shoes into her bag. “Seriously, though. I think you have the chops to win this thing, Bella.”

“I hope so. But, I don’t want to win to prove that I can. I want to win so that Alice doesn’t get the chance,” I snorted. “Is that wrong?”

“Psssh, nope,” Tia retorted. “You do you and let Alice dig herself her own shallow grave.” She tossed her last bag out into the hallway. “I don’t understand why I can’t stay here. I’m performing in two weeks for the results show. This bed is so much more comfortable than a shitty hotel bed.”

“At least you get some privacy,” I shrugged. Together, we carried the bags down to the foyer. Tyler was waiting there to go to the hotel with Tia. “You could also pick up some hottie and have raunchy hotel sex.”

“That does sound promising,” Tia said, hugging me again. “Shake what your momma gave ya!”

“Damn straight,” Tyler barked, hugging the both of us. “I’ll be voting for you from my hotel room, girl. I need to support my old partner.”

“Thanks,” I giggled. “I’ll miss you guys.”

“There won’t be a buffer of your humor, Tia or your noxious fumes, Tyler, with Alice,” Jacob 

chuckled.

“Fuck you, Black,” Tyler scoffed. “Noxious fumes, my ass.”

“They come from your ass,” Jacob said, arching a brow. Tyler gave Jacob the finger. With a honk from the waiting car, they left and the house was now empty. Only the four of us, Jacob, Jasper, Alice and me remained. Jasper was on the phone with his parents, finalizing their plans to fly in for the finale. They were strapped for cash and were working on getting the funds to attend the final performance. Alistair said he’d help, but Jasper’s dad was too proud to accept charity. Jasper was trying to convince him otherwise.

Alice was in her room with the music blaring. She stomped into the house once we got back from the studio, ignoring us and shutting herself inside her room. I helped Tia pack her suitcases, but was planning on texting Edward once she was gone and Jacob ate, since he was a bottomless pit. Edward, Lauren, Peter and Emmett were coming over, along with Jasmine and her boyfriend, Cyrus, to hang out. It was still early and we were not supposed to be at the rehearsal studios until ten the following morning.

Then, the craziness of the final performance show would be upon us. The calm before the storm, as it were. I was nervous about the upcoming final show, but looking forward to finding out who actually won. The stress was getting to me. Alice was getting to me.

Hell, Alice was getting to everyone. Even Alistair could barely contain his ire to her in the meeting after the elimination. The fact that she was smug rubbed all of us the wrong way, but Alistair told her that she was only here by votes and that if he still had a say, she’d be gone.

Hence, the temper tantrum upon our return.