Love Thy Neighbor ~ Part 2

Remember The Dance Battle?

We were dancing to 'The Party Don't Stop Now' because the racist cop was fired! My mom came back home and talked to victims of the officer. She went to the chief and he caved in! Although she was happy, she was sitting down at the island.
Moz: 🎶No more crooked cops Pulling guns on my folks, we told you we would get you and you thought it was a joke🎶
Cocoa: 🎶We can walk through the streets with our heads held high without worrying about a dirty cop driving by🎶
Shaka: 🎶We ain't going nowhere, we ain't gonna live scared🎶
Y/n: 🎶We ain't going nowhere, we ain't gonna live scared🎶
We started dancing again. I almost got hit by Daniel and his kitchen utensil band. M'Dear walks in and turns the music off.
M'Dear: "What in the world is all this noise?"
We turn and look at her.
M'Dear: "I could hear you all the way from the corner."
Moz: "Great news, M'Dear. Columbus has one less crooked cop."
Jade: "Mm-hm. That's right. Officer Whitman got fired and indicted."
Daniel: "After years of harassing folks, he finally got his."
Cocoa: " Which means we're not moving back to Seattle at the end of the school year."
Y/n: "So M'Dear...."
Shaka: "Is the party over?"
She grabs Moz's microphone.
M'Dear: "Let's burn this sucker down!"
She turns the music back on, so we all start dancing again.
~Time Skip~
Shaka and I were at our lockers.
Shaka: "How about Saturday?"
Y/n: "I already told you. My mom has to get to know you before we date."
Shaka: "But Y/n-"
Y/n: "No buts! You don't know how strict my mom can be. I have to live with her."
Shaka: "Fine. I'll talk to her soon then."
He said kissing my forehead. He went back to putting stuff in his locker.
??: "Let's go!"
We here stomping so we turn to look. There were steppers coming towards us. They do a little routine. One of the walks and stands beside me.
??: "Hoouh! Hoouh!"
The other steppers start responding to her calls. Shaka and I watch amazed. They finished so we start clapping.
Y/n: "That was awesome."
Shaka: "It was dope, incredible, amazing!"
He says pulling his arms to his chest.
??: "Wait, you've never seen a step show?"
Shaka: "Of course I've seen a step show."
??: "When?"
Shaka: "Just now."
I slap my forehead.
??: "Stepping has roots in tribal African dance and historically has been a way for black folks to lift each other up through call and response."
She turns to the other steppers.
??: "Y'all hear me?"
They respond to her.
Steppers: "We do!"
Y/n: "Well, I have seen multiple, and I love to dance. I want to do it too."
??: "If you like it so much, we're holding tryouts this week."
Shaka: "Sounds like a plan."
??: "See you at tryouts."
She walks in front of the rest of the team, and then they leave. We walk behind them and watch as they leave.
Shaka: "This is gonna be so cool!"
Y/n: "Yeah, I can help you with your moves."
Shaka: "Help me? What makes you think I need help? Check it."
He starts trying to step but hits himself in his nose. I'm pretty sure it started bleeding. I laughed at him.
Shaka: "Can you help me to the nurse's office?"
Y/n: "Mm-hm."
~Time Skip~
We were practicing on Shaka's porch. My mom came over to watch with Cocoa.
Shaka: "5,6,7,8"
We start stepping. When we finish, Cocoa hugs Shaka.
Cocoa: "That was so good, you two!"
Mom: "It sure was. That shoulder lean you added was a nice touch."
Cocoa: "Uh-huh. If you step like that, you both will definitely make the team."
Shaka: "Thanks. Y/n, want to go out back, spin around, and see who gets nauseous first?"
Y/n: "Sounds good to me, except the spinning part, you can do that."
We run off the porch.
M'Dear: "Don't throw up in my garden again!"
We get around back. I cross my arms and look at him.
Y/n: "You don't wanna spin, do you?"
Shaka: "Nope."
We go sit on the stairs leading to the back door.
Shaka: "Think she knows me enough?"
Y/n: "I guess."
We sat there for a couple of minutes on our phones. My mom calls me and tells me it's time to go.
Y/n: "Saturday?"
Shaka: "Saturday."
He kisses me and goes into his house. I run to the front and walk with my mom to my house.
~The Next Day~
We were at school practicing.
Shaka: "5,6,7,8"
We start over but Shaka gets confused.
Shaka: "Wait, is it pop, snap, pop or pop, pop, snap."
Y/n: "It's snap, snap, pop."
Shaka: "I was way off."
Y/n: "It's ok, you'll get it."
Samantha walks up to us.
Samantha: "I've got good news and bad news. Lindsay decided to stay on the team, so we have 30 dancers vying for one spot."
What?!
Shaka: "Was that the good news or the bad news?"
Samantha: "Good for us. Bad for all of you."
She shrugs.
Samantha: "Bye!"
She turns on her heel and leaves.
Shaka: "I don't want to compete against you."
Y/n: "Me either."
We put our backpacks on in sync.
Shaka: "Want to race to class?"
Y/n: "I don't know.....go!"
I start running as he follows me.
~Time Skip~
My mom had went over to the McKellan's house, but she came back in abruptly.
I walk to her.
Y/n: "Can I go on a date with Shaka?"
Mom: "After you earn that spot."
Y/n: "What? We aren't going for it."
Mom: "Oh you're going for that spot. No spot, no date."
Y/n: "But mom-"
Mom: "Don't 'but mom' me. Give me your phone. You'll get it back AFTER you get the spot."
Y/n: "UHHH!"
I storm to my room and slam the door.
~Time Skip~
My mom made me film a video to 'intimidate' Shaka about 2 hours ago. I haven't really left my room since then. I jump on my bed after looking through random stuff. I look out the window and see Shaka and his mom run up to the porch.