Rhythmic

"Who are you?" I asked blankly as I stared at the obnoxiously fake girl in front of me.
"The names Livvie, who the hell are you?" she sneered, rolling her bright blue eyes at me.
"My answer varies on whether or not you'll care," I scoff, "but it's pretty damn obvious you won't."
"And you know what else is pretty damn obvious?" 'Livvie' asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
"That your a fake bitch that need to get her head outta her ass?" Dacey interjected, cocking an eyebrow.
"You-"
"You think you can just walk in here and act like you own the place, don't ya? Well, think again, 'Livvie'," I added air quotations around her name.
"Dany," Dacey said sympathetically as she placed one of her hands on my shoulder. "I'm pretty sure she doesn't think at all."
One of 'Livvie' 's crew members gasped, instantly earning a smack to the back of her head by one of the other girls.
"Puh-lease, everyone knows I'm a better dancer than you could ever be," she taunted, a smirk plastering her face.
"Is that so?" I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Listen here you little twat-"
"No, you listen here, 'Livvie'. We'd still be better dancers than you even with our arms tied behind our back and a blindfold covering our eyes," Nova growled, stepping forward."YO, EDDIE, TURN IT UP!!" Dacey hollers at our sound guy.
"AIGHT!" he hollers back, turning up the volume. The beats of the familiar song fills my ears, making me grin ear to ear.
My crew and I back up as we get into our positions; this was our song.
"..I thought that I told ya I'm a frickin' soldier.."
We danced harder than we've done in awhile, we had so much energy that we were able to add more moves too. As we hit our final pose, we all look up at the other crew's faces.
They were jealous.
"Whatever, we can still dance better than you," Livvie huffed, crossing her arms.
I walk up to her, glaring at her all the while. "You know the rules.. ADIOS!" I shouted the last part, throwing my hands into the air.
I began to walk away in triumph, moving my raven hair out of my face with a simple flick of my wrist. But something pulled me back, on instinct my elbow makes contact with the persons stomach. Livvie. She begins to stumble backwards and as I stick my leg behind her, she falls onto the floor with a 'thud'. I jog over to my crew, who were in hysterics, I might add.
"THANKS ED!" I shouted, before running off with my crew.