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will say something—”
    “Please don’t,” I hissed.
    “—I need to say that I officially lost my urge to pee.” She shot me a teasing grin.
    “Huh? Why?”
    She began to laugh as if enjoying her own private joke. “Man, you got it bad for Mr. Spinja.”
    I felt my cheeks warm. “No, I don’t.”
    “Yeah, you do. It’s so obvious you’ve developed some sort of infatuation with Jacob.” She wagged her thin eyebrows up and down. “Can’t say that I can totally blame you. He’s pretty hot.”
    Still blushing I replied, “I still don’t see how anything I could do would affect your bladder.”
    “Maybe it’s because I now feel the need to vomit instead.”
    I sneered, trying to mask my embarrassment. “Ha, ha. So funny.”
    “Like I said before, no wonder you’re a relationship virgin.” She snickered. “You really don’t know how to act around the opposite sex.”
    Feeling a bit put off, I crossed my arms and frowned. “That’s…actually not a very nice thing to say.”
    Anna smiled apologetically. “I’m just trying to help you out.”
    I shot her a doubtful look. “Don’t really see how. If anything I just feel insulted.”
    She let out a breath and reached out to squeeze my shoulder. “Listen to me, you can’t expect to win a guy over if you let word vomit escape your mouth whenever you’re speaking to him. Trust me, it’s really unattractive.”
    “I was just complimenting him on his…skill set,” I muttered.
    “His skill set,” Anna repeated with a chuckle. “Do you remember what I told you before about b-boys? Those guys don’t need any more compliments. Their heads are so far up their asses that any increase in self-confidence will probably make them self-combust.”
    “Are you talking about breakers as a whole or just him?” My left eye twitched along with the intensity of my voice.
    She cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”
    “What I mean is did Spin…er, Jacob do anything to you particularly?” My crush was growing by the instant, which was ridiculous considering all I knew about the b-boy was that he could spin on his head really well. If he was bad news I needed to know now because knowing myself, my infatuation was only going to grow. My personality was addictive in that sense. To my relief she shook her head.
    “No,” she admitted. “But they’re all the same and remember what I warned you about?”
    “Never fall in love with a b-boy.” I sighed. It sounded so much like a cheesy romance novel that it left a bad taste in my mouth.
    “Bingo.” She pointed an electric blue painted fingernail in my direction. She glanced around as the bathroom line fully dissipated. “Well, I made it this far. Might as well go in, right?”
    I nodded, but didn’t respond. If I did I might have told her how foreshadowing her words sounded.
    I remained outside, listening to the symphony of flushing toilets. Allowing my mind to wander, I came to a realization. I wasn’t going to fall in love with him. I was just going to stare at him and admire him from afar. It’s what I’d been doing to boys since I hit puberty and it would probably be what I’d continue doing until the day I died.
     
    ***
     
    “Finals!” The MC, who I learned was named Joe, yelled out into the crowd. “Five rounds! You hear me? Five rounds! Spinja and Arrow! Get your asses in here.”
    Like some lovesick puppy my head snapped up automatically. I spotted Jacob rising from his seat in the front row and methodically walking into the center of the circle. My heart began to speed up and my breaths quicken. It was ridiculous how the very sight of this stranger could elicit such a response from me. As discreetly as possible I touched the corner of my mouth.
    Good. No drool.
    Joe gazed at the two as if egging them on. “Guys, you know the drill. This is the last time the judges will be seeing you so do not—I repeat, do not hold anything back. You feel me?”
    “Yup,” B-boy Arrow