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The weeks went by fast, and Massie was starting to panic. She hadn't heard anything from Blackwood, and the due date had been three weeks ago.
"I probably didn't get in," Dylan huffed.
"Shut up," Massie replied. "I edited so much, it looks like a professional dancer."
"Well, obviously, it wasn't good enough!" Dylan had been grumpy ever since they shot the video.
Massie turned away from Dylan. She knew Dylan got in. She slaved over the video, editing it in everyway possible. Some of it was even of herself, but no one had to know that.
"They would have sent you a letter if you didn't make it!" Massie screeched.
"Well, maybe I'm not good enough to get even that. You're probably a horrible editor!" Dylan screamed.
"I got myself in, didn't I?" Massie immediately covered her mouth.
Dylan looked shocked, and Massie knew she couldn't say anything.
"Kidding?" It sounded like a question.
"YOU EDITED YOU'RE WAY IN?" Dylan's voice was so loud, Massie was sure her parents could hear in from inside, even though they were out by the pool.
"Shhh!" Massie put a finger to her lips.
"I thought you were good!" Dylan pounded her fist on the ground.
"I am good. But not good enough for the prestigious Blackwood. I mean, that school is golden! I've only been doing dance for a year!" Massie said.
"Wow, I cannot believe you!" Dylan's mouth was still wide open.
"You were going to do the same thing!" Massie said.
"But you're the dancer! You told everyone you had gotten in by yourself, and really, you edited it all!" Dylan huffed.
"And you were going to do the same thing!" Massie pointed out.
"But I wouldn't do that if I wasn't trying to be with you! I thought that the reason you were going was because you got accepted into the school, and you didn't want to leave. But I bet you edited that tape so you could get accepted, and then leave me! You hate me!" Dylan was flipping out.
"Dylan calm down!" Massie put her hand on Dylan's shoulder, and Dylan moved away.
"No!" tears were coming out of her eyes.
"I'm the one who suggested you try out, so that can't be true, right?" Massie lied. She not only wanted to be good at dance, but she wanted a fresh start, with no one from her old life, in her new one.
"I guess," Dylan sniffled.
"I just want to be good at dance," Massie explained. "And once I'm there I can get good, and go onto Broadway and stuff. I just want to be famous."
"Why not model?" Dylan asked.
"This is just... easier." Massie said.
"Do you even know how hard it will be?" Dylan said. "It's not like this stuff comes naturally!"
"I know, Dylan." Massie said.
"Ok," Dylan said, dropping it.
"Want to get in?" Massie asked.
"Sure."
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Two weeks later. The first week of July.
"Dylan?" Massie said into the phone. "Can you come over?"
"Can't, me and my mom are watching soap operas!" Dylan said.
"Please? I need you." Massie sounded scared.
"What is it Mass? Did you get the letter?" Dylan was worried.
"No, I just need to tell you something," Massie sounded distracted.
"Just tell me on the phone!" Dylan urged.
"No." Massie said quickly. "It's personal."
"Mass, tell me!" Dylan said.
Massie started crying, "I can't!"
"Spit it out!" Dylan was getting frustrated.
"No."
"They found out?' Dylan asked.
"Huh?" Massie was confused.
"Blackwood. They found out you edited!" Dylan said.
"No! Of course not. This is much, much worse." Massie sobbed.
"What could be worse than that?" Dylan wondered.
"Dylan! I need you!" Massie cried harder.
"Tell me!" Dylan shrieked.
"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Massie asked through her tears.
"I would never ever tell anyone!" Dylan said.
"Well, about a month ago it was Derrick's birthday," Massie started.
"Uh huh," Dylan said.
"And we went out to dinner, and then he said he had a surprise," Massie said.
"Keep going!"
"And he took he to this hotel, and up to a suite. And asked me to have you-know-what!" Massie could hardly speak through her tears.
"Oh no, Mass. You didn't, did you?" Dylan's heart went out to her best friend.
"Yes, I did!"
"Oh my goodness, what was it like? Was it fun? Was he good?" Dylan was excited.
"I'm not finished!" Massie cried.
"Oh, sorry."
"This month I didn't get my period," Massie started.
"You used a condom, right? Please tell me you used one!" Dylan said.
"I did! But you never know…"
"Mass, it probably has something to do with stress. I read in a magazine, that if you have a lot of stress, you're period doesn't come. It's the stress from Blackwood and stuff. You're afraid I won't get in," Dylan rambled.
Massie was silent. They both knew this wasn't true.
"I'll be over in five minutes." Dylan said.
"Hey, Dly?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you bring me a pregnancy test?"
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