A/N – Don't worry, my lovelies, I haven't forgotten you. I added about six pages to this story, and I still somehow only end up with four chapters. It's shorter than I would have liked, but this is it, people! Enjoy!


The next morning, Dance Studio A was found vandalized and destroyed.

'STAY OUT OF THE STREETS' was everywhere.

"Does anybody know who is responsible for this?" Director Collins asked once he saw the damage.

No one answered.

"This school will not be associated with these competitions. Any future involvement by our students in The Streets will lead to expulsion." Director Collins declared. "Anyone with any information is expected to come forward. Get this place cleaned up."

We all met up in Dance Studio E, since A was trashed.

"Man, I can't believe they trashed the studio. Now we have Director Collins on our back" Monster complained.

"Glass is all over the floor" Hair said.

"Somebody broke the stereo"

"It's crazy, I don't understand"

"These guys are no joke"

"What are we gonna do?"

"We could get expelled"

"My parents would kill me"

"Hey guys" we all went quiet and looked at Andie. "This has gotten way out of hand. I'm really sorry that I got you all into this."

"Andie, don't say that" Moose pleaded.

"I put everything you guys worked for at risk. And it's not fair." Andie continued.

"We're all in this together" I said firmly. The crew agreed.

"No, it's over!" Andie cried, clearly upset. "The crew's done. I don't know what we were thinking."

"Andie West, Director Collins would like to see you" a blonde administrator came in and said.

Without a word, Andie turned and left.

I followed her out. "Jenna! Jenna, wait!" Moose's voice followed me out of the room. Seconds after I was out the door, Moose came out as well.

"Jenna, wait up!"

"Leave me alone, Moose!" I screamed, running away.

"Jenna! Come on, what's wrong?" he caught up and grabbed my arm, stopping me. "Jenna, what's wrong?"

"Leave me alone, Moose. God, I can't believe I was so stupid! I should have never gotten involved!" I cried, too upset to monitor my words.

"Jenna, what are you talking about?" Moose asked, desperately holding my arms to keep me from running away. I felt trapped.

"I should have known better" God, I was crying. "I knew guys like you never go for girls like me. What am I compared to the gorgeous 'triple threat' Sophie Donovan?"

"Is that what this is about?" Moose stepped back.

"I get it, she's pretty much perfect. I'm just the stupid little girl who let her parents play with her head, and saw something that wasn't there when a good-looking guy was nice to me" I pulled my arms from his grasp.

"You think I'm good-looking?" was all Moose said.

"Is that all you heard? God, Moose, look around you for once in your life! Look beyond the freakin' obvious!" I was getting more and more upset.

"Jenna, Jenna, please" Moose begged, but I spun away.

"Just leave me alone, Moose. Like Andie said, it's over. It's all over. Go back to your world, and I'll go back to mine" without looking back, I left.

I knew that if I looked back, I wouldn't be able to turn away again.


Collins had been hesitant to allow me to work the fundraiser, but by his own rule, he had no choice.

I was collecting coats at the front door. It was boring and sometimes demeaning, but I had no choice.

The conversation was boring. There was little to no color. Collins' precious dancers got all the attention, and the rest of us were basically free labor.

My cellphone rang in my pocket. It was Missy: 8th and Main. The Streets is on tonight!

I shook my head and pocketed my phone. Why bother?

I saw the crew take off. It was… pretty cool, watching everyone, one-by-one, follow Chase out the doors. They stopped at the doors, looking at me expectantly.

"I'll meet you there" I promised, making my way upstairs, where I knew I'd find Collins. This was something he'd want to see. Well, maybe not want to, but it's definitely something he needs to see.

"You want to tell me what the hell is going on?" I heard Collins asked Sophie.

"They're at The Streets" they all looked over at me when I spoke.

"The Streets? I have to stop this." Collins went to leave.

"Wait!" he stopped and looked at me. "You've always said that dance is about having something to say, right?" I told him.

"Yes, but I never meant for anyone…"

"Well, I think a lot of people are finally speaking up. Maybe you should listen, for once" I finished.

"I can't just allow my students to participate in something illegal" Collins argued.

"Well, there's a reason they're there and not here" we all looked over at Moose, who was standing there in a suit with headphones around his neck. "You should take a look. I think you'd be surprised."

"Who are you two?"

"I'm Robert Alexander III. But you can call me Moose. That's Mouth. I dance with their crew" Moose explained.

"You dance?" he asked in shock, looking him up and down.

"Damn right, I dance" Moose said firmly, with a smile, looked at me. I felt a little bad for freezing him out. He glanced back at Collins. "I can take you to where they are."

"Okay, Goose, let's go" Collins said.

"No, it's Moose" he corrected the director.

"Whatever" Collins snapped.

"I'm coming too" I said firmly, following after.


We arrived just in time to hear Andie speaking to the crowd.

"Let me just say something. The Streets are supposed to be about different people coming together. We call this a battle, but what are we fighting for? We're all here because we have this thing we do. We dance. Right? Being a part of The Street used to mean more than turf or power. It was about bringing something new to the floor."

Moose and I wondered over to our crew, who smiled at us when we got there.

"And it shouldn't matter what we wear, what school or what neighborhood we're from because the best part of The Streets is that it's not about what you've got. It's what you make of what you got."

The crowd cheered.

"So, if the Four-one-oh is too scared to defend their title against us, then, hell, we'll be outside doing our thing where The Streets started."

We all followed Andie outside, even though it was storming.

"Andie!" I cried before the dancing started. She spun around.

"Mouth!" she smiled, hugging me tightly. I had slipped into pants and a tank top before coming outside.

"I'm gonna dance" I said quickly, praying she wouldn't protest.

Andie grinned. "Seriously! What changed your mind?" she asked excitedly.

I grinned, slapping her hand in a high-five. "I have something to say. I've decided it's time for people to listen."

The lights went out, the music started, and we did out thing. I have to admit, the flashlights were a good idea.

A bunch of people turned on the headlights from their cars as spotlights as we danced. We were soaking were but we were having so much fun, it didn't matter.

It was insane.

As soon as we were done, the crowd surged. Looks like we impressed everyone.

"Hey Moose!" I heard Collins' yell. I looked over at the two. "I think you might be in the wrong department."

I smiled as the rest of the crew cheered for Moose. I looked around, trying to find another familiar face.

"Mouth! Hey Jenna!" I spun around in surprise at hearing my real name, but before I could stop, I felt a pair of warm lips on top of mine.

I knew it was Moose. I had seen him for a split second before he had wrapped himself around me.

He slowly pulled away, but I was so out of breathe I couldn't say anything. "I'm sorry for hurting you. I just wanted you to know you are the most amazing girl I've ever met, and I think I'm in love with you."

I was speechless. So, instead of words, I clutched the front of his shirt and pulled him into another kiss.