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finally only two couples were left on the floor--Skip Harmon and Jessica, and Annie and Bruce.
    All the kids at Sweet Valley knew that Jessica was one of the best dancers at school. Her blond hair streamed out around her as she moved in perfect harmony with the music. But nobody had ever seen Annie Whitman on the dance floor before. It was clear that Jessica had some stiff competition.
    Mel held his hand over the heads of Jessica and Skip, then over Annie and Bruce. He continued to run back and forth as the disco rocked with applause that was just as loud for one couple as for the other.
    Finally Mel gave an exaggerated shrug of helplessness. Then he grabbed Jessica's hand and held it up and grabbed Annie's hand and held it up, too, to indicate a draw.
    Annie turned toward Jessica, a look of absolute happiness on her face.
    "You and me, Jess--isn't it great!"
    Jessica's plastered-on smile didn't waver, but Elizabeth saw that look and knew it was carved out of purest ice.
    Later on, Elizabeth ran into Annie as they
    were all leaving. Annie was still bubbling with triumph.
    "Wasn't that something?" she said, laughing.
    "It sure was," Elizabeth said.
    "I showed Jessica I was good, didn't I?"
    Elizabeth smiled. "Yes, you did." But she was thinking, You didn't just show her -- you showed her up!
    "Don't you think this will make a difference?" Annie asked.
    Oh, yes, it'll make a difference, Elizabeth thought. The odds against Annie's making the cheerleading squad had just gone up to about a million to one.
     

Five
     
    How could the same event cause exactly the opposite reactions in two different people? Elizabeth wondered. And yet that's what had happened. Annie Whitman thought that by showing Jessica she could dance just as well as Jessica could, it meant her selection as a cheerleader was now certain.
    And Jessica made it clear to Elizabeth that Annie's "disgustingly showy performance" at the Beach Disco meant she would never be a cheerleader.
    As they walked to school Monday morning, Elizabeth sighed. She had been listening to Jessica ranting all weekend. "Jess, exactly what is it that you think she did?"
    "What? Why, she made a total fool of herself in front of everybody," Jessica snapped.
    "By dancing?"
    "By dancing with Bruce Patman!"
    Elizabeth examined her sister's angry face.
    "Jess, is it just possible that you're so angry because Annie did as well as you did?"
    "That's absurd," Jessica raged. "Besides, she wasn't as good. It was just the novelty of seeing her dance for the first time. Everybody was surprised."
    "You're wrong," Elizabeth said. "Annie's a terrific dancer."
    "The nerve, the absolute nerve of her standing there trying to pretend she's as good as I am," Jessica howled. "As good as you or any of us."
    "Well, isn't she?"
    "No! Double no. Triple no! A thousand times no! You want to say Easy Annie is acceptable? No, no, no, no, no!"
    The twins were almost in front of Sweet Valley High as the discussion heated up. It was the day of the cheerleading semifinals, and Elizabeth knew it was a critical day for Annie. But all Elizabeth's attempts at softening Jessica's attitude toward Annie had failed. It looked more hopeless than ever.
    "Maybe she'll flunk the marking period," Jessica said hopefully. "Maybe they'll put her back on probation, and she won't be eligible."
    "I don't think she'll fail," Elizabeth said.
    "I just don't understand it," Jessica complained. "How did she get so smart lately? She used to be so stupid."
    "Jess, I really think she's trying to change for the better. She's been studying and working hard. And making the cheerleading squad is
    about the most important thing in her life right now. It would do her a world of good."
    "How do you know she's been studying? Why, she's out with a different guy every night! Bruce Patman, Rick Andover, and Lord knows who else."
    Elizabeth walked on in silence. It was true. Annie kept right on dating, keeping her "popularity" up, as she put it.
    Jessica was