Kickin it With Love| Jack Brewer|

~All the Wrong Moves~

I do not own any of the characters except for Arabella.

~Arabella's POV~

We all were sitting on the cafeteria and Jerry running towards us. "Guys, I got us the
opportunity of a lifetime.We're gonna be rich!"

"For the last time, your mom's car has a leak. There's no oil under your house." Milton exclaimed

"No, I signed us up for the battle. Of the dance crews competition at the mall. Check it." Jerry corrected, showing us the flyer he was holding.

"Whoa, first prize wins $1000." Kim gaped.

"It's not just about the money." Jerry told us. "I've always loved dancing. You know, when I was a baby, my mom hung a disco ball over my crib."

"Did it ever fall on your head?" Jack laughed at his own joke.

"Did what ever fall on my head?" Jerry asked which stopped Jack's laughter.

I blinked and said, "Well, that's answered your question."

"Jerry, that sounds great, But we're not a dance crew." Eddie objected.

"I have the skills and I'll teach you the moves." Jerry promised. "And if we work hard, we
can win this together. Now what do you say?"

"I'm in." Jack agreed.

"Okay." I agreed.

"Absolutely." Kim nodded.

"Let's do it." Milton replied.

"Jerry, you got yourself a crew." Jack smiled, bro hugging Jerry.

"Wasabi?" Jerry asked. We stood up, placing our right hand in our left palm.

"Wasabi." We agreed before continuing lunch.

♪ Don't you get all tough with me, I'm saying won't you come kick it with me? and we can have a ball, run up the wall, this is how we do, and no matter how much, I chop and punch, it's not as cool as kickin' it with you. ♪

♪ Here we go, let's start the party, chop it up like it's karate. ♪

♪ everybody, don't you get all tough with me, I'm saying won't you come kick it with me? and we can have a ball, run up the wall, this is how we do, and no matter how much I chop and punch, it's not as cool as kickin' it with you. ♪

"Is this just me or these falafel balls
greasier than usual?" Jack asked picking up one and squeezing the grease out of it, as I give him a napkin which he grabbed and wrapped away the grease. We were sitting at Falafel's Phil's with Jerry for lunch.

"No, that looks about right." Jerry disagreed. "Yo, check it out. That's Dan Brennan. He's the best dancer at our school. They call him smooth."

"Because he's got great dance moves?" Jack asked.

"And his skin's crazy soft." Jerry said, looking at the boy. "Yo, we're talking velvet."

"Uggh, he is so annoying, he keeps asking me out, and can't take no for an answer." I grumbled. As Smooth walked to our table making me grunted.

"Hey, Jerry. Arabella." He said then flirted at me. I move my head away from him and rolling my eyes. Smooth looked at Jack.

"Jack." Jack introduced.

"Eh." Smooth murmured. "I heard you for the dance contest. You know my crew, 'the Stepbrothers', win every year.

"Yeah, I know. Just cause you win every year, It doesn't mean other people shouldn't try." Jerry replied.