Hey guys. Sorry about everything, but I kinda had a hard time right now. One of my close friends drank bleach to try to get out of her depression so I haven't had the chance to do much. But here is a one-shot I wrote for school.

Rachel wandered into the dance studio. She'd received a text almost three hours beforehand by an unknown number, telling her to meet this person here at 9, and Rachel was 5 minutes late.

"Schwimer? You're late. And as usual, you're dressed like a Walgreen's underwear model, where do you get these hideous clothes?" Cassandra July walked into the room in a black, drop-top tunic reaching mid-thigh and black leggings. Her black pumps made her almost a foot taller than Rachel.

"I'm sorry, Ms. July, I-" Rachel began, but Cassandra cut her off.

"Cassandra, when you're with me in these sessions." Cassandra smiled, but her smile was cold and didn't reach her eyes.

"I- what sessions? What are you talking about, Ms- Cassandra?" Rachel bit her lip anxiously.

"Sessions. Tutorials. Heaven knows you need them. Brody approached me for your sake and asked me to help you out a bit, but I'm not doing this for Brody. My ex- my best friend asked me to do this too, and I'll do anything for Shel." Cassandra blushed as she said the last sentence, and wouldn't meet Rachel's eyes. Rachel began to suspect something was up. She pulled out her phone.

"What are you doing?" Cassandra demanded, turning an even lighter shade of pink.

"Calling somebody." Rachel said. She scrolled down on her phone book until she found the number. She called. Somewhere inside the room, Poker Face began to play. "As I thought." Rachel said softly. "Hi, Shelby."