Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.

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Right before Emily gets a chance to turn towards the girls' locker room, Sasha grabs her and pulls her into a tight hug. Letting go, he leans in to peck her cheek, not realizing that she had moved her head to look at him. Within a fraction of a second, Sasha had pecked Emily's lips.

Pulling back quickly, Sasha seeks reassurance from Emily. He gets a small smile before she turns to head into the locker room to change, leaving him standing there, trying to process what had just happened.

Oh my god, he kissed me…he kissed me! Emily thought.

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After practice, all the girls' headed to the locker room to change. Lauren, realizing this is a perfect opportunity to put Emily on the spot, walks over to her.

"So why were you in Sasha's trailer this morning?"

"I was just asking him some questions about nationals."

"Oh really? Well, then why were you wearing the same leotard that you had on yesterday, and why was it ripped?"

"I left my other leotard in my locker, so I just wore that one, okay!"

Emily stormed out of the locker room; tears flying freely down her face. Before she could make it to the gym door, Sasha had caught up with her, having seen her from his office.

"Emily, what happened?"
"Nothing!"

"Well something happened, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Sasha."

"Look Emily, your mom called and said that she got a last minute job interview at a new salon, so I told her I would bring you home. Wait for everyone else to leave, we are going to talk."

"Okay."

Emily lays down on one of the back mats, trying to relax. A few minutes later, Lauren and another gymnast walk past her, not realizing that she was right there, they never stopped gossiping about the situation from that morning.

Having heard them talking about her, Emily lets her tears fall from her face, curling into a ball.

A few minutes later, after everyone had left except Emily, Sasha closed and locked the gym's doors. Looking around the gym, he spots her curled up on a mat, sleeping, with tearstains all over her face. When he tried to pick her up so that he could bring her to the couch in his office, Emily wakes up.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Emily, I want to talk about that kiss…"