"Courtney wait!" Bridgette cried for her friend as she raced down the hall after leaving her sister's vacant room. 

"I'm sure there is a perfectly good explanation for this," Bridgette gasped, as she finally caught up to Courtney. Who was still trying again, and again to call her sister. To no avail. 

"Hey!" Bridge snapped, grabbing Courtney by the shoulders and shaking her. Courtney glared at the blonde 

"Bridgette, my sister is practically missing. I don't know why she would just leave. Something has to have happened," Courtney said.

Just then, Courtney's phone dinged. Signaling she had a message.

Practically scrambling, Courtney grabbed her phone and unlocked it. It was a message from her sister

Hey, I'm so sorry you found out like this. But I'm okay. I promise. I'll speak to you when I'm ready to talk about what happened, but for now-don't worry too much about me. 

Courtney blinked a little, refusing to cry as she stuffed her phone back into her pocket.

"See, I told you. She's okay, Court," Bridgette said softly, rubbing her friend's shoulder. Courtney sighed and ran her hands through her hair. 

"Yeah, you're probably right.. I'm sorry-"

"Why are you sorry? I would have done the same thing," Bridgette said. Courtney nodded and let the blonde lead her down the hall. 

Heather swallowed hard as she watched Sabrina do her tap solo. She definitely wasn't in this school for her dancing. 

"Sabrina, that was...lovely," the instructor said, trying to sound nice. Sabrina sighed and rolled her eyes

"I'm here for acting, not to tap dance. Of course it's not going to be good," she said. Turning away and coming over to sit next to Heather on the floor. 

"Get out your ballet shoes, girls. That'll be our next lesson,"

"great.." Sabrina sighed, earning a snicker from Heather who already had her ballet shoes tied and on her feet. 

Heather stood up and walked over to the beam, beginning to stretch for class. 

Sabrina came over wearing her own ballet shoes, and began stretching as well. 

"Okay ladies, today we will be focusing on our turns. Make sure you're focused. I don't need any injuries," the instructor said. 

Heather rolled her eyes, and stretched out her hamstrings. She looked over as Sabrina began to practice her turns. 

Looking down, Heather noticed her shoes weren't tied. Hanging down off of her shoes.

"wait, Sabrina-"

It happened in slow motion. One moment, Sabrina was practicing her turns, the next, she was on the ground after falling. Clutching her ankle, crying out in agony. 

Heather's hand flew to her mouth, as she watched the instructor rush over to help the poor girl. Heather swallowed hard as she slowly backed away from the situation, giving them their space. 

"Sweetheart, I think you broke your-"

"No!" Sabrina croaked "It can't be broken! The play is tomorrow night and I don't have an understudy!" 

Upon hearing this, Heather froze. An idea slowly coming to her brain.

Heather slowly smirked, and snuck over to her bag. Grabbing it and sneaking out of the class. 

Skye sighed as she put her chin in her hand, staring across the dining hall at Jace. Who was reading one of his Bach textbooks intently. With a bunch of the other guy's from the soccer team. 

"Don't even think about it," Zoey said, elbowing the other girl gently. Skye blinked and looked at her roommate with a longing expression 

"I know you want him back, but remember what he did to you. And how he made you feel. You shouldn't have to take anyone back who hurts you," Zoey said. Skye remained quiet and looked down at her food. 

"This is bullshit!" Duncan growled angrily as he sat down across from them at their usual table. Skye looked up at him as he shook his head and ran a stressed hand through his hair.

"Duncan, dude. You gotta calm down," Geoff said, sitting down as well. 

"Calm down? This who thing is fucked." Duncan said, looking up at Skye before quickly looking away. 

"What's fucked?" Gwen asked, walking over holding Trent's hand.

"I guess Sabrina got hurt today. Which means we don't have a Sandy for Grease. So now I have to write a 10 page research paper on the art of acting by Friday or else I fail my midterm!" Duncan said. 

"What ever happened to having an understudy?" Skye asked quietly. Duncan blinked a little, with a tiny smile. Happy to hear her speaking to him again 

"We couldn't find one. No one wanted to join so late before the performance," he said. Skye nodded and quickly looked back down. 

"You're right. This is fucked," Gwen said, sitting down next to Trent at the table.

"Gee thanks, that really helps," Duncan grumbled. Gwen flipped him off.

"Dj, you have someone here who wants to talk to you," 

Dj sighed as he looked up from his chair in the auditorium. In the middle of freaking out after hearing the news about Sabrina. 

"Kat, I don't really want to speak-" 

He began as he turned around, but his words died in his throat when he saw Heather standing there. An evil smirk on her lips.

"Heather... You never come into the auditorium. What's going on?" he asked, raising a brow. Heather shrugged and slowly sat down in the seat next to him

"Rumor has it, that you're missing a Sandy for the play. And I think I know just the person to do it," she said. Dj sighed in relief

"Thank god, I'm so desperate I will go for anyone," he said.

"that's exactly what I'm counting on," Heather mumbled to herself and flicked her hair over her shoulder

"Who?" Dj asked.

"Courtney Taint. You might know her? The girl who got in with her voice?" Heather said. Dj leaned forward, his eyes widening 

"She actually wants to be Sandy? That would be incredible. She has an amazing voice! Are you sure she wants to do it?" 

Heather smirked again "She told me herself. She would love to be Sandy." 

Dj nodded, grabbing a pen and writing her name down "We have a Sandy again!" he cheered.

Heather slowly leaned back, crossing her arms "Oh yes. You've found your Sandy,"