Cassandra tried to not be jealous, but she couldn't help it. She knew it wasn't right, but when you had just joined her ballet class, and was currently showing better ability than over half the students – including her – it was difficult to hold it down.

During a break in the lesson, you approached her, smiling that sweet smile that she hated to envy. You said something about catching up after class, maybe go get something to eat, and she couldn't help but agree.

Fuck.