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drinking blood.” She slapped her behind.
    Sophie smiled. “Where do you think we’re going to stay in L.A.?” she asked, trying to get ill papi’s silent treatment out of her head. “Do you think we’ll be in Hollywood?”
    â€œHollywood’s actually not all that great,” Emerson said. “I vote for Santa Monica! But first we have to get there.”
    Devane’s eyes flicked over to Emerson. “Some people have already gotten there by themselves. Money does that, I guess.”
    Emerson flushed and leaned into her locker looking for—something that didn’t exist, Sophie suspected.
    Ouch. Sophie thought Devane had lost her attitude about Emerson. At first, Devane had completely blamed Emerson for getting her put on probation. She’d been sure if Emerson hadn’t gotten so steamed about her hogging part of Em’s solo, she would have just been handed a lecture.
    But later, Devane had apologized to Emerson. She’d made it clear she understood her probation was caused by her own diva style.
    Guess there’s still a little attitude in Devane after all, Sophie thought. It wasn’t always that easy to know what was going on with somebody from looking at the outside.
    Take ill papi. He looked the same as he always had. But something had changed big time.
    Max jumped up on one of the wooden benches. “Devane, you stayed after to talk to Gina. Did you ask her about your probation? Are you going to be able to dance at the regionals or what?”
    â€œDon’t count on it,” Devane answered. “Gina made it sound like I might be off probation . ”
    That’s probably why you went all cobra on Emerson, Sophie thought. You’re mad at Gina. Not that it was a good excuse.
    â€œWe’re doomed,” Chloe said.
    Devane shook her head. “You can take the Southeast without me. And you better or I’m gonna have to do some serious booty kicking. I’m counting on you all to get me to Los Angeles. I’ll take care of getting myself off probation in time to dance when we get there.”
    â€œAt Disney World, you were saying you’d seen the Storm Lords,” Max said to Sophie. “They’re one of the crews we’re competing against. So, what do you think? Can we bring them down without Devane?”
    Sophie tried to decide what to say. The Storm Lords were . . . polished. There wasn’t a b-boy in the group who didn’t bring the moves. But in the Hip Hop Kidz, some dancers didn’t have that much experience. New members of the group were still trying to perfect some moves. New members like Sophie.
    â€œUm, Soph, you’re scaring us.” Emerson nudged Sophie with her elbow. “Say something.”
    â€œI was just thinking that the Storm Lords seem like they’ve done a lot more battles than some of us. The newbies, I mean,” Sophie said. “But come on, it’s us. Of course we’re going to triumph!”
    She hoped she was telling the truth.

    â€œI might have to fly out to L.A. and see you win the championship,” Vincent told Emerson as he pulled into her long, curving driveway.
    Emerson wondered if Vincent had ever been to L.A. She’d been there with her parents. But that isn’t my fault, she thought, remembering Devane’s dig in the locker room. Of course it’s not your fault, she told herself. There isn’t any fault in going to L.A. It’s just a . . . a fact, not a fault.
    â€œWe have to make it through the regionals before we even have a shot at the championship,” Emerson reminded Vincent.
    â€œYou will,” he answered.
    Vincent was Emerson’s favorite of her dad’s drivers. And not just because he said things like that. Mostly because he listened to her. When she was seven, he’d listened to the saga of the stolen lunch box for weeks. Weeks.
    And now she was lying to him, too. Vincent thought her schedule had