Shout out to Bre x3 for reviewing! Finally got an update for you! Little swearing in this chapter, warning!
Ashlee's p.o.v
1 week later
We've been dancing our asses off, training for the finals in a week's time. We're all overworked and exhuasted. So last night, we decided to take the night off. Instead of training, we danced it out at the club. It was a good night, we spent time together without training, just having some fun. Well, that's how it started out..
"Look what the cat dragged in" I turn towards the voice, coming face to face with the douche, Jackson. I raise an eyebrow.
"I know you can't be talking to me" I say.
"Oh sweetie, you know I was talking to you" Jackson smirks.
"You better watch the way you talk to my girl man" Derek warns him, coming up to side beside me. I can't deny it, my heart did flutter a little as his words.
"So the rumors were true" Jackson says.
"Hey man, we got a problem here?" Boyd asks, stepping up too. It isn't long before our crew and his crew as staring each other down. Turns out, Jackson's crew is the other crew that made it into the finals. Of course, right? Why not take it back to him, us verses them. I'm actually looking forward to it to be honest. We've taken him and some of his dancers down before. I'd love to go up againist his whole crew on the World Jam stage.
"No man, not one that concerns you" one of Jackson's dancers says. Boyd steps forward but I hold my arm out, stopping him. "That's what I thought"
"Hey, you better watch the way you talk in here. This is our block, not your's" Lydia says to the guy.
"You wanna take this outside?" one of the girls asks Lydia.
"Back off" I warn her, putting my hand out. She pushes it away and I step forward.
"Hey, hey, no fighting in here!" DJ Danny calls out. I glare at the girl before letting Lydia pull me back.
"You know what? Why don't we battle on the floor?" I suggest. As much as i'd like to inflict some physical damage, that's not how we do things here.
"That's a good idea" Jackson smirks. I raise an eyebrow, us walking over to the floor, signalling to Danny we need the floor. Danny grins widely when he sees the two crews.
"We got something special tonight folks!" he calls out over the mic. "Both World Jam finialists are here tonight and they wanna battle! Give them a little taste baby! Make some noise!" he chuckles. He starts to spin, a remix of 'Feeling Myself' by Will. blearing through the speakers.
Whoo!
I be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
Jackson's crew go first. They're good. They are good, i'll give them that. They're so aggressive though. I mean, yeah, street dance is aggressive. To a point. You don't dance because you're angry. You dance because you love to dance, you dance to get rid of those emotions, to feel free from everyday worries and troubles. You can see it in their moves, in their body language, it makes them stiff. But they have talent. But it's emotionless instead of emotional. The crowd cheers as they finish, taunting us to step up to them. Scott and I lead our crew out, going through a practice routine, not the one we plan to use at The World Jam though. We want to have the suprise/shock factor when we come out.
Feelin' fucker lucky like a fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my third iris
I tour the whole world like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus!
The boys fall back, letting the girls take over. Lydia and I step up first, running through one of our pratice routines together.
Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' Miley
Up in the club is where you'll find me
I do it real big, never do it tiny
When we drop to our feet, the other girls come back up behind us. We start to pop and lock in sync.
If you about that bullshit please don't remind me
I step in this motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
We all turn around and bend over, shaking our asses in front of them. Little provocative, yeah, but the crowd goes nuts for us.
Shake, shake that shit like a, like a expert
Shake, shake that shit like a, like a expert
We stand up properly and turn around, throwing our hands up for applause. Just by the sound now, we know we've won. Jackson's crew must know it too because he glares at us angerily, storming away. His crew follow, throwing threats our way. We ignore them, choosing to instead celebrate. Arms come around my hips, lifting me up. I grin down at Derek, leaning down and kissing him. The crowd disppearses back onto the floor, all of us dancing together.
That's how the night started. But now, now we're all in cars, speeding to the hospital. Boyd was jumped on his way home from the club, beaten until he was unconcious and he won't wake back up. We know it had something to do with Jackson but we can't prove anything.
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Decided to take a dramatic turn as the movies usually do. I feel like this will push them to work harder, to force their dream of winning into reality too. Favourite, follow and review!