Fuck my life. That was immediately what I was thinking when I walked out of the guidance counselor's office. I was in my senior year and I had a huge problem. I was told that I had to do an extra curricular activity to get into the college I wanted to go to. Apparently being the daughter of a dead millionaire isn't good enough anymore. And for some strange reason, my dad's last will only promised me my inheritance if I get at least a bachelor's degree from University of California. And apparently Cal only accepts people who have extracurricular activities. So I had one week to sign up for something order to get the certain scholarship that I wanted. Yes Ashley Davies's life was hell right now.

I looked over the bulletin board for any available extracurriculars. The list was fairly short. There was Glee Club, AV Club, Chess, Anime, Track, Dance Team, and Cheerleading. I liked to sing but I don't really think that Glee Club was right for me. I also owned a video camera but I wasn't a geek so AV club was also out. Chess and Anime were total nerd things and I wasn't going to step foot into either of those rooms. I didn't like running so track was also out. That left Dance team and Cheerleading. Neither one of them was that appealing but Dance Team was more so, so I guess that I would try that first. Tryouts were on Tuesday which also happened to be tomorrow. I also took note that cheerleading tryouts were on Wednesday in case I really need to do that. I really hoped that I wouldn't because I hated cheerbitches. I went to meet my sister Kyla so I could take her home. She wasn't really my sister as we had different moms. It wasn't hard to tell since she was half Filipina. My dad thought it would be a good idea to introduce us to each other. We hated each other at first but we bonded in dislike that he had a double life. We also bonded over his death. Kyla was in pretty good was her extracurriculars. She was in theatre.

I met her out by the front of the school.

"What did the guidance counselor want to talk about?" She asked.

"He basically told me that Cal wouldn't accept me unless I did an extracurricular activity." I explained.

"Well that's not that hard." She remarked. "It seemed like the list was pretty long."

"Maybe if you're a nerd." I responded. "The only ones that I would even consider are dance and cheerleading."

"But you hate cheerleading." Kyla pointed out.

"No I hate cheerbitches." I corrected. "Maybe it won't be as bad now that Madison's graduated. What do you know about the new captain?"

"Um she has blonde hair and blue eyes." Kyla answered. That really wasn't that useful information.

"Nothing else?" I asked as she shook her head. "Well let's just hope she's not a Nazi then. But dance team is definitely my first choice. You are so lucky that you already have something."

"I just like acting." She replied. "I wasn't planning ahead or anything."

"You knew about this when you applied, didn't you?" I questioned.

"Yes." She replied.

"Perfect." I remarked as we walked out to my car. I now had less than 24 hours to prepare a dance routine. I probably wasn't much of a choreographer. But I had to believe that I could do it because I really didn't want to do cheerleading. I would have to make sure to give the most kickass dance routine ever.

We arrived home at our mansion that we shared with my mom. We haven't been really that close in a while. She's not really there very much anyway. Just the mornings and the nights so we have servants to cook us dinner. I really wasn't really worried about dinner. I wasn't sure if I would even have time to eat. So I began to search for dance movies and decided to watch Step Up 2 The Streets. My thought was that the acting was horrible. Couldn't they have casted some actors who dance instead of dancers who act. I'm sure there had to be some. I tried to focus solely on the dancing and stick to the dancing and I think that I was starting to get it. I began to move along with some of the dances. I don't know if I was doing well or not but at least I was doing something. I did decide to take a break to eat eventually. I also decided that after I was done eating, I would show my routine to Kyla to see what she thought. I mean I thought it was good. Though I should probably find some sort of track to add to it.

So, after I was done eating, I called Kyla into the living room and turned on a track of Avril Lavigne's The Best Damn Thing. I then started to dance to the music slowly before speeding up quickly. I didn't even know if this was the sort of dancing that the dance team did but I went with it anyway.

"So what do you think?" I asked my sister as she looked at what she just witnessed. I couldn't really read her reaction. "Go ahead and be honest."

"It was…sexy." She replied, blushing. Okay that wasn't exactly what I was going for. I did not want to make my sister hot for me. That's wrong on a number of levels.

"So do you think sexy is good?" I questioned.

"Yeah sexy is good." She agreed. "You should definitely do that tomorrow. Now excuse I need to take a shower."

Okay I really hoped that this wasn't going to be a recurring thing. Maybe I was reading her wrong and she wasn't about to take a cold shower. She didn't have one this morning after all. No wait she always took her showers at night. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized that Kyla most likely didn't have a crush on me.

In the morning, I showered and ate breakfast, dressing in my dance outfit which in all honestly wasn't different from how I usually dressed. I still wore a tank top just with cargo pants instead of a miniskirt.

I told Kyla that she should probably go home with her friend Carmen because I had no idea how long it was going to take. I headed to the dance studio and couldn't help but wonder why our school had a dance studio. Then I remembered that it was really just a section of the weight room that the dance team used when the football team wasn't using it.

"Name?" The captain asked.

"Ashley Davies." I replied.

"You may begin." She said. I went to put my iPod into the speaker thingy and realized that it wasn't as easy as it looked. I had trouble getting it hooked up and then realized that it wasn't turned on.

"Next." The girl said.

"What? I didn't even get to dance." I replied in shock.

"Well you're clearly not ready and I don't have time to waste." The bitch remarked. God I wanted to go over and punch her but I refrained from doing so and walked out quietly.

Feeling frustrated, I went to the gym and began to do my routine. I knew cheerleaders could be stuck up but I didn't think dance team girls could give them a run for their money. No one was watching me so I had nothing to lose. At least I didn't think anyone was watching me.

"You're pretty good." A girl remarked. I looked at her to see that she had blonde hair and blue eyes.

So anything wanna take a guess on who the girl is. I'll give you a hint. She's one of the main characters of the story. So this is sort of based on Hellcats but won't really have much to do it. If you haven't seen Hellcats I advise you to but it will not help you in reading this. I wish CW would pay me for saying that. Anyway please review if you don't hate me.