Secrets

Chapter 1

Please don't kill me

Riley's POV

I gasped as I dropped the test into the sink. The clatter of the plastic meeting the ceramic seemed to echo loud enough for the whole city to hear, but to me, it was almost inaudible. The overwhelming sound of my heart beating in my ears was already giving me a migraine. "It can't be possible. This can't be happening." I told myself as I grabbed the stick from the sink. However, the same result stared at me. Two lines.

Noah's POV

"Jerk!"
"Idiot." I mumbled under my breath. Richelle rolled her eyes at me, placing a hand on her hip.
"What was that? Are you really too afraid to talk to me?" She laughed, an evil smirk on her face.
"No, I didn't want to make you feel worse by using words you don't understand." I shot back. Richelle scoffed, turning on her heel and walking down the hall, entering the studio. Everyone knew how much we hate each other, it's no secret. I, reluctantly, followed her in, and watched as Jake walked up to Richelle, immediately grabbing her wrist and turning her to face him.
"Hi." He said, before their lips crashed together, Richelle moaning almost instantly. This time, I rolled my eyes, putting my bag in my cubby and walking to the dance floor.

Emily's POV

"Bye." I said to my husband, turning to walk into the building. He stopped me however. "Hunt-" I started, but was cut off by him kissing me. After a minute, we pulled away, and I smiled up at him.
"I love you." He told me.
"Love you too Hunter." I responded, pulling free from his grip and walking through the door. I went up to the studio, noticing most of the dancers here, and the co-owner, my sister, missing as usual. Riley was always running late. "Alright dancers, gather round." I called, gaining their attention. "Nationals is in a matter of days, we need to work hard to perfect our routines if we want to have any chance of winning. You have 5 minutes, finish warming up and then I'll be out to clean the routine." I finished, before walking into the office. I opened the laptop, scrolling through emails and starting on paperwork.
"Hey, where's Riley?" A familiar voice asked. I looked up, meeting the eyes of my sisters fiancé.
"I supposed she was with you." I replied, a playful smile on my face.
"Don't be like that Emily." He groaned, causing me to laugh. I didn't get the chance to respond though, for the sound of heels clicking turned both of our attention to the door, where Riley entered. The sound of her high heels vibrated as she walked across the studio to the office.

Alfie's POV

Her blonde hair was pulled into a bun, and she wore a burgundy dance shirt, one of the ones with the low back, paired with a black skirt. Riley smiled a small smile as she entered the office. "Hi baby." I smiled, walking over and wrapping my arm around her waist.
"Hi." She responded, placing her small hands on my chest.
"I'll leave you." Emily announced, walking out of the office and addressing the dancers. I looked down at Riley's hands, lifting her left one off my chest, and playing with her engagement ring, before placing a gentle kiss.
"You know, I've heard our favourite spot has been missing us." I spoke, thinking of the costume closet. To my surprise though, Riley shook her head.
"Can't. I have a lot of work to catch up on." She said, pulling away from me and walking to the desk. "I'll be home late tonight." She added, typing on her computer.
"Again?" I whined.
"Yeah, but Nationals are soon, don't worry babe." She responded, before motioning out the door. "I'll never get any work done with you here." She smiled slightly, and I turned, walking out the door.

Again, please don't kill me