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Ten (Cassia):

"One two three… One two three…" I count as I practice my new dance routine. Slowly I step around gracefully as I swirl and twist across the large dance studio.

"Cassia!" a voice calls from the end of room.

I snap my head to face the door and immediately stop dancing. "Zach! What are you doing here?" I whine.

"Jeez," he rolls his eyes at me. "I'm looking for my sister."

"Ariella's in the bathroom," I inform him.

"So, what are you doing?" he asks me.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I sass.

"Shouting at me," he tells me. "That's what it looks like to me."

"I'm doing ballet," I clarify. "Ariella and I have a major dance test tomorrow and I've forgotten almost all of the moves I'm supposed to do!"

"You have tests in dance?" Zach raises an eyebrow at me.

"It's not a written test," I explain. "We were taught a three-step count routine and we have to practice it and do it in front of judges tomorrow. If we get lower than a ninety on it, we get kicked out of the dance program!"

"You're a good dancer, so you'll do well."

"It's not on the dance!" I exclaim. "It's on appearance. If any of my hair is falling out of the bun, I get points off. If I'm wearing nail polish, I get points off. If I'm fat or ugly, I get points off. If I don't look like a ballerina, I get points off."

"Wow," he sighs. "I got no thank you."

"Thank you," I retort.

"Wait, but what's the point of having to practice a routine if you're not even getting graded on it?" Zach cocks his head at me.

"I don't know," I shrug. "Dance instructors are crazy."

"If everything is on appearance, you might want to take off that black nail polish you're wearing." He reminds me.

"Ugh! I've got so much to do!" I face palm.

"What do you expect me to do about it?" Zach questions me.

"How about leaving me alone?" I snap. "Maybe I'll actually get started if you weren't here."

"Well, I'm just waiting for my sister." He replies.

"ARIELLA!" I shout, my voice echoing throughout the silent dance studio.

"Yeah?" she says as she emerges from the bathroom door.

"Your brother is here to talk to you." I tap my foot impatiently on the ground before turning to Zach. "Spit it out. We've got work to do."

"Mrs. Carson looked up your 'condition' online and found out there is no such thing as 'Singer's Throat'." Zach tells his younger sister.

"Isn't that the disease you made up to get out of singing in our song writing class?" I look at my roommate.

"This doesn't involve you, Cassia." Zach informs me.

"No. Really?" I fake being surprised at him. He rolls his eyes at me in disgust.

"But… How?" Ariella gasps. "I made fake resources and everything!"

"I don't know," he shrugs. "But you're going to have to start singing or she's going to fail you."

"She already fails me," Ariella rolls her eyes.

"Just… figure something out alright?" he confirms.

"Sure, whatever."

"Well, I've got to go to soccer practice. You guys are coming to my game tomorrow, right?" Zach asks us.

"Ew no," I shake my head. "Indoor soccer is boring."

"Do you expect us to play outside? It's the middle of February!"

"It's technically not the middle of February." I correct him. "It's only the eleventh."

"Guys! Guess what!" Ariella cheers.

"What?" I raise an eyebrow at her. "Valentine's Day is just a few days away!"

"Oh… Great!" I smile fakely at her. "The world's stupidest holiday."

"I think it's amazing!" Ariella squeals.

"You know Nico isn't going to ask you out on Valentine's Day, right?" Zach sighs.

"How do you know?" she demands.

"Just a feeling," he rolls his eyes. "Well, I've got to get to practice. Bye guys!"

Ariella waves and he starts to walk to the door. As soon as he leaves, I turn to my best friend and mutter, "I love how he thinks we're friends."

Zach PoV:

The difference between Ariella and Cassia is even more different than a potato and I. Potatoes, much like me, are often misjudged. Most people think that since potatoes come from the ground, that they're dirty and gross. But in reality, they're really nice fruits.

Okay, so I've got no idea what I'm talking, well, thinking, about. You know those times when you try to sound smart, but it just doesn't work? Well, yeah. That's the moment I'm having now.

But back to Ariella and Cassia being different, it's strange that they're even friends at all. Ariella's always so happy all the time and Cassia isn't. My sister hates the color black and Cassia wears it all the time. It's weird that they like each other because I'm a way better person than Ariella and I can't stand Cassia.

I walk out of the dance studio and I could have sworn I heard Cassia say some nasty retort to me, but I don't care enough to run back in. Doing that would make me look like a lunatic, and I'm anything but one. Actually, sometimes I am pretty crazy…

"Zach! There you are!" My roommate Luke runs up to me as I walk through the hallway.

"Hey!" I smile at him as he falls into step with me. "What's up?"

"For some quality bonding time, all the guys are going out on guys' night. You in?" he asks me.

"Depends on where we're going," I reply.

"Probably to a club that Percy and Nico can get us in to," he answers.

"I don't know…" I think about it. "I hate going to clubs."

"It'll be fun, trust me," Luke tells me.

"The last time I trusted you didn't end well," I remind him. "You locked me in a closet!"

"That was only because I had my girlfriend over!" Luke clarifies, as if that action was okay.

"And what did she think of the banging noises coming from the closet?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I told her that it was my pet monkey that I have to lock in there because of the no pet on campus rule," Luke explains. "She totally believed it."

"Who would believe that?" I ask him. "It's so unrealistic."

"It's one of the good parts about dating stupid girls," Luke answers.

"Don't be mean." I frown at him. "I've got to go to history now though. I'll be back in an hour, alright?"

"Sure," he nods. "I've got to go too. But you're coming right?"

"Eh…" I shrug.

"I'm taking that as a yes!" he laughs. "See you later!"

"Bye!" I wave at him before he walks away. Tonight was going to be a long night, and I'm not really sure whether it will be worth it. Actually, I'm one hundred percent sure it won't be. But Luke's one of my best friends, so when we wants me to do something with him, I probably should be his wing man.

Zach's easily influenced, apparently. ;) Hmmm... What else do I have to say? Nothing, besides REMEMBER TO REVIEW!

Have an amazing holiday!