Jessie's POV


Luke runs out of the room after I tell him that Kris may be his match. I mean, they tied. Nobody has ever tied Luke. And I can tell he isn't taking it well.

"Excuse me, Kris, I'm going to go check up on Luke." I excuse myself and go up the stairs. I knock on his door.

"Luke?"

"Go away." I roll my eyes and open the door. Luke is laying on his stomach on his bed. I walk over to him.

"Luke, can we talk?"

"No. There's nothing to talk about."

"Luke-" I sit down on the edge of his bed.

"No Jessie, you don't get it."

"Well can you explain it to me?"

"It's just," he sits up and faces me. "I've never lost before, especially to a girl. It feels so weird."

"If it makes you feel any better, you didn't lose, you tied."

"So? I might has well have lost."

"Don't talk like that. You are an amazing dancer, but maybe you've finally found someone who is just like you."

"Really?"

"Yes Really. See? Good can come out of this. You may have tied, but who knows? You may win next time by a landslide."

"Thanks Jessie."

"No problem."


Luke's POV


Jessie kind of cheered me up. This may be the first time she has ever tried to pep-talk by not using one of her boring, sad, stories about her old boyfriends back in Texas or wherever she had one, since she had some all over the place. But anyway, I probably looked like a sore-loser after the contest. I should probably apologize to Kris. I mean, we both kinda lost right? I walk out of my room. Zuri is in her room complaining that her cupcakes or whatever she was baking in that fake oven was 'over done.' How can it be over done? It's cooked by a light bulb. Stupid.

I go down the stairs and into the living room. Kris is showing Ravi how to do a coffee-grinder. Ravi is failing miserably. Kris looks up when she sees me. Ravi sees me too, and leaves the room.

"I came to-" I start.

"Apologize?" Kris finishes my sentence for me. "You don't have to. You did nothing wrong. Before I met you at Summer Camp, I was always the best dancer, and when I met you, I wasn't so sure."

"Really?"

"Yeah really. Stupid right? I was excited for this contest to see just how good we both were. I guess we're on the same level."

"Yeah, I guess so. And I thought the same thing too. It's kinda cool to have someone who I know can dance like me, someone who I know I don't have to go simple with."

"Me too." We stop talking for a little while and it gets kind of awkward. Eventually, Kris speaks. "So, I have a cross country meet next Thursday at the park. I was wondering if you could come show this kid on the other team your moves. I ran with him at my old school, and he always believed he was the best dancer ever."

"So, you want me to come to a race to show a kid my killer moves? What's the point of that? To show how awesome I am?"

"And to prove him wrong."

"Sounds good. What time?"

"Five o'clock."

"Got it. See you then."

"Anyway Ross, it was nice of you to come and apologize, even though it wasn't needed."

"Are you for real?"

"Yeah. Most people tell me you're heartless, a person who only cares about dancing and being popular."

"Does it really seem like I'm like that?"

"To me, no, but I guess to others, they just don't know you as well as I do."

"You don't know me."

"Well, I guess I'll get to know you soon." A phone dings. I pull mine out. Nothing. Must be Kris's. I look up at her. "My mom again." she says. "I've gotta go. She's waiting for me in the lobby." she picks up her backpack and goes over to the elevator. She presses the DOWN button. "Once again, nice job in the contest." she steps into the elevator. "You are a worthy adversary."

"As are you. See you tomorrow."

"See ya Ross." And The elevator doors close.