“Well, I think it could be beneficial,” Tamara said, sipping her iced coffee. “You guys could use a little mind opening, if you ask me.”
“Yeah, you won’t be saying that when they swoop in here and take half the spots on your precious dance team,” Clay snapped. “You could be bilked right out of your spot, and you were one of the people who founded the damn thing.”
Tamara’s blue eyes widened for a split second, but then she remembered herself and scoffed. “I can hold my own.”
Everyone gasped in shock. Drew felt as if his chair had just been yanked out from under him. “No way.”
“It’s a ruse,” Marisa said, forcing a laugh. “One of your lame-o jokes, right Jackson?”
Thanks for your help.