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responded as he wiped off the bottom of his sneakers.
    “Yeah, man,” Jacob replied, cracking his neck from side to side.
    I scrunched up my mouth and leaned toward Anna. “Who do you think’s going to win? That Arrow guy was awesome in the last few battles.”
    “I don’t know,” Anna responded. “Arrow’s power move combos are insane, but Spinja’s top rock kills it.” She glanced over and smiled at the confused look on my face. “Spinja dances better but Arrow hits windmills and flares more precisely.”
    “Oh.”
    I heard Anna snort. “Well, I know who you want to win. I take it you’ll be going to a lot of these from now on, right?”
    My face heated up again. “Shut up, Anna. I can think a guy is cute without turning into some sort of stalker.”
    “You think he’s more than cute.” She winked. “You think he’s amazing.”
    Scowling, I turned my head quickly and watched Arrow’s first round. As Anna predicted, he had some pretty impressive moves. A flip there, some one-handed bounces there, he was clearly at the top of his game. I was beginning to feel a bit scared for Jacob, but he remained cool and collected. He watched Arrow intently and would even clap and cheer along with the crowd whenever he did something impressive. By the end of Arrow’s first round I was completely freaking out and had no idea how Jacob could have kept such a level head…nor did I know how I’d possibly be able to stand four more rounds. I was sweating enough as it was.
    Once the brass of an old James Brown song hit, Jacob jumped into the middle and began moving his feet so quickly my eyes could not keep up. From head to toe, each inch of his body moved in synchronization with the music. Each twist and turn was almost sensual.
    I gulped, raising my hands to my cheek. I was pretty sure they were flushed red once again. My gaze darted to the side, making sure no one could see the bright color of my face. To my relief they were all as entranced with Jacob as I was. There was no way anybody could look anywhere else. Not the way he was commanding attention.
    After the end of Jacob’s round, Arrow took the stage, but I could not even bring myself to look at him. My gaze was continuously fixed on Jacob. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, never losing the intensity in his glare. I was entranced; hypnotized by him. It was as if he were the only person in the room, and though I didn’t know him from any Dick, Tom, or Harry, a small part of me knew I would get to know him…someday.
    Trying to maintain some level of sanity, I forced myself to turn my head and peered across the crowd. There were countless rows of people sitting cross-legged around the circle, but more than half of the females in the crowd were busy staring at Jacob as well. Suddenly feeling a pang of jealousy, I looked away.
    “Last round, Spinja! Make it count!” someone yelled from the crowd.
    Without missing a beat, Jacob took to the floor harder than he had in the previous four rounds. Each move was like poetry in motion. There was no way he wouldn’t win. I glanced over at the judges, expecting to see some smiles on their faces and was a bit disappointed to see nothing but stern expressions. Luckily, the crowd was a different story. Every time Jacob hit an impressive move they’d lift their hands in the air and wave them back and forth. It reminded me of a poor man’s version of Katniss’ three-fingered salute.
    The air was heavy and tinged with the smell of sweat, and even if that sounds a bit disgusting, it actually added to the ambiance. The collective feeling in the room was electrifying. There was something about Jacob that caused the whole crowd to grip the edges of their seats. He had that certain X factor that’s basically indescribable.
    As I got lost in my thoughts, a sudden roar snapped me back to reality. My eyelids opened and closed slowly, trying to process what was going on around me. Apparently in the short