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“I paid for your hotel room. What more do you want?” I hissed into my phone. This woman was getting on my last fucking nerve, but we both needed each other, unfortunately.  

“You know what I want, Alice. It’s the same thing you want,” she snapped. “To remove her from the competition. She’s still in it. What the hell?”

“Look, she’s like a freaking Weeble. She just doesn’t stay down,” I sighed, tugging at my ponytail. “She’s a determined evil bitch, I’ll give her that. Why do you want her out so badly?”

“Because she owes me,” she sneered. “And I want her to feel the pain that I did. She took everything from me.”

“Wouldn’t you think her winning would mean that she could pay you back?” I suggested. Not that I wanted her to win. That was my job. I wanted to win. I deserved to win.

“No. As much as I’d like the money, I’d be happier with her being in constant, nagging pain, or permanently disfigured,” she snickered evilly. “Now, what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m working on it. I’m nowhere near her in this week’s group numbers,” I sighed. “I could pull a Showgirls stunt and toss a marble underneath her shoe.”

“Too obvious,” she grumbled. “Make it happen, Alice. Soon.”

Alice and Felix, Contemporary

"Outro" by M83

Jessica and Alec, Hip Hop

"Fuego" by Pitbull

Bella and Tyler, Bollywood

"Munni Badnaam Hui" by Dubaag

Tia and Jasper, Cha Cha

"Live it Up" by Jennifer Lopez

Rose and Demitri, Lyrical Hip Hop

"Bleeding Love" by Leona Lewis

Maggie and Jacob, Jazz

"Night of the Dancing Flame" by Roison

Girl's Dance, Jazz

"Pop, Drop and Roll" by Chonique Sneed and Lisette Bustamante

Girl's Dance, Contemporary

"Wave" by Beck

Top Twelve Dancers, Opening Number, Contemporary

"The Circus Sets Up" from the movie, Water for Elephants

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

“Is it me or is Alice acting more secretive?” Rose asked as we sat down during our final rehearsal with Sonya. “She’s being all weird.”

“Define weird,” I said, stretching out my knee. It had been tight the past few days. The therapists worked with me to keep it loose, but it was still bothering me. Plus, the rare three days of rain in Los Angeles was the main culprit along with the insane rehearsal schedule.

“Weird, like on the phone all of the time and acting nice to most of us … well, except you,” Rose replied, arching a perfectly sculpted brow toward me.

“That’s normal, Rose,” I snorted. “I’m used to her snide comments, ire-filled glares and sneaky behavior. I constantly have my eye on her since she’s such a bitch. I don’t want her to try something that would cause me permanent damage. You know?”

“Have you heard from your incubator?” Rose questioned, taking a healthy swig of her water.

“Oh, yes. She’s bitching about everything, but I’m not really talking to her. I just delete her voicemails and erase her text messages. However, I’ve seen a few of them before they were erased from my phone. Why did she come if all she was going to do was complain?” I sighed, confused as hell. Shaking my head and tossing my sweaty hair up into a messy, sloppy bun, I leaned back. “Whatever. We have the dress rehearsal tomorrow and the show the day following. She’s leaving after that. She’s not staying for the results. At least, I don’t think she’s staying for the results. She never said that she was. I only got a ticket for the performance, not the results show.”

“Renee’s up to something, Bells,” Rose said cryptically.

“Probably, but I’m not worrying about it,” I countered.

“Okay, ladies, let’s run this one more time,” Sonya said, clapping her hands. “I think we’re good until your dress rehearsal tomorrow.”

We got into our open positions, waiting for the music to start. The Asian sitar began for ‘Pop, Drop and Roll,’ and our dance began in earnest. This piece was about geishas, dancing and interacting with each other. It was a fun piece, but hard on the knees since we did a lot of deep pliés. Thankfully, I did not have to interact with Alice. She was working with Tia and Maggie while I danced with Rose and Jessica. Our final run-through was successful and we were free until the dress rehearsal tomorrow afternoon. 

Girl's Dance ~ Contemporary/Jazz

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

I was an anxious nervous mess. It had been a couple of days since I’d last heard from Bella. I knew that she needed time, but my impatience was making me sick. I really wanted to talk to her before rehearsals began for this week’s show, especially since I wanted Bella to be one of the featured dancers for the piece I had choreographed.

“Edward, you need to stop pacing,” Peter quipped, his feet on my cocktail table. He was in town for the premier and to watch the show. He was mooching from my fridge. “The girl will call you. Maybe she’s dealing with some shit.”

“This whole competition, she’s been dealing with some shit,” I growled, sitting down on the couch. “What if she decided that we’re not worth it? What if Alice convinced her that …” My phone interrupted my irrational rant. I nearly fell over my own feet to answer it. “Hello?”

“Jesus, Cullen,” laughed Rose. “You sound a little desperate, bub.”

“Shut it,” I growled. “What’s the deal, Rose? Why hasn’t she called me?”

“I love my roommate, my sister from another mister, but that girl has a stubborn streak a mile long,” Rose said. “However, Jacob, Maggie and I have told her that she needs to pull her head out of her ass. Alice is still acting all smug, making everyone believe that you really had hooked up with her. Bella needs proof.”

“I’ll give her proof. I’ve already spoken to Carmen and Alistair, getting the raw footage of our rehearsal,” I explained. “I’ll show her that Alice was the instigator in this whole charade.”

“Good,” Rose said. “I’m going to give her what for once I get off the phone. Can you be here at the house in like an hour?”

“I’m on my way,” I smiled. Rose, while the master kiss-blocker, had turned out to be a valuable ally. I wasn’t going to give up on Bella. Alice’s manipulations had driven us apart, but I was determined to not walk away from something that was potentially life-altering. I hung up the phone and gave Peter an anxious smile. “Wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it. You can just give her a crooked grin and swivel your hips, she’ll be falling at your feet,” Peter snickered.

“I’ll have to do more work than that, Peter,” I deadpanned. “Bella’s trust in people is shattered. You saw what happened when Tyler gave her grief about being injured. He’s still trying to crawl out of the hole he dug for himself.”

“Edward, you and I both know that Bella is not going to walk away from you,” Peter said. “Now, go win back your girl and tell her all of the dirty deets about Malice.”

“Malice,” I snorted. “I like it.” I picked up my laptop and the rough cut footage of what happened with me and Alice. “Wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it, but good luck,” Peter said, flipping on the television. 

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

“We should have gone to bed earlier,” Rose hissed, walking up the stairs. “Tomorrow is going to suck. We have rehearsal for that hip hop group number at nine.”

“It’s only midnight,” Kate said. Kate was a contemporary dancer. She was partnered up with a fellow contemporary dancer, Garrett. They had had a rough night. Garrett had dropped her in one of the lifts for their dance. Kate had a huge bruise on her hip and we spent most of the night in the hot tub, soothing our sore muscles. “Besides, if I had to guess, most people saw my epic fail and I’m sure as hell not going to make it. I may as well take advantage of this posh pad for as long as I can.”

“Don’t say that,” I frowned. “You never know. You may get a ton of votes or you’re in the bottom and the judges save you.”

“Meh,” Kate shrugged. “I’m happy to make it this far. I even got a battle scar.” She reached her room, opening the door. “I’m okay with that. But, tomorrow is a new day and we’ll see what happens. See you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Kate,” Rose said. The door quietly shut and Rose turned to me. “Do you need me to act as your bodyguard from Bitch Queen?”

“Nah. She said she was going to get her beauty sleep. I’m going to quickly hose off the chlorine and then go to bed,” I said, hugging my best friend. “Love you, Ro.”

“Love you more, Bells,” she said, ducking into her own room.

Blowing out a breath, I slid into my bedroom. Alice was snoring, loudly. I grabbed my pajamas, using the light from my cell phone to maneuver around the room. Keeping the light on, I slipped into the bathroom and took a cursory shower before going back into my bedroom. I barely made any noise. Alice, thankfully, was still asleep and I crawled into my bed, drifting off into a deep sleep.

However, my sleep was interrupted at just after four in the morning. Alice was banging around the room, singing loudly to her iPod. After fifteen minutes, I sat up, glaring at her. “Do you mind?!” I barked.

She turned to me, pulling out her earbuds, smiling at me evilly. “You didn’t last night,” she snapped.

“I was quiet. I didn’t make any sound,” I growled. “I kept the lights off, UNLIKE YOU. I used my cell phone flash light and I didn’t …” I threw up my arms, grabbing my pillows and a blanket off the bed. “You are such a bitch, Alice. A backstabbing, petty bitch. You only worry about yourself and I can’t stand it.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” Alice smirked. “And no matter where you go, I’ll follow you. You disturbed my beauty sleep and I’m repaying the favor.”

I fell back onto the bed, covering my face with the pillows. She continued banging in the room and I tried, unsuccessfully, to get more sleep. Around eight, Alice finally went into the bathroom to take a shower. I managed to get some few moments of rest before the alarm went off. Begrudgingly, I got up and got dressed in some comfortable clothes. I used Angela and Rose’s bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Going downstairs, I made myself a strong cup of coffee. Jasper was downstairs making his breakfast. He ate cheesy eggs and bacon every morning. “You look like hell, Little Bell,” he said. “Eggs?”

“No thanks,” I said, gripping my coffee mug like it was a lifeline. “I’ll stick with my usual breakfast of yogurt and granola. And thanks for the compliment, Mr. Whitlock.”

“Would you rather I sugarcoat? You’re a vision of loveliness with your black circles under your eyes and rat’s nest atop your head,” he snickered. I gave him the finger. He rolled his eyes, turning back to his breakfast. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Not a lot,” I sighed. “Your girlfriend decided to get up at four in the morning and was singing at the top of her lungs.”

“So that’s why the dogs were howling at o’dark thirty,” Jasper laughed. “And she’s not my girlfriend. She’s cute, but crazy. Completely certifiable.”