Love and Hate Collide (JaDine FanFiction)

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JAMES

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TWO DAYS LATER

We finished our mall show in Cebu, and we just landed back to Manila on our way to a talk show.

We reach the venue in a span of thirty minutes. We're being led to our dressing rooms to be prepped and I thank God we had different dressing rooms with Nadine. I need my time away from her.

After being prepped, one of the staff tells me it's seven minutes until air time and I wished to be anywhere but here.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my work. I just don't like lying about it, about everything- my likes, my love team, my girlfriend, my hobbies. Everything.

I don't like filters. I want everyone to see the real James Reid- careless and young.

"Okay, ready your places," one of the staff tells me and I nod.

Nadine is behind me, getting her hair fixed like the diva she is.

I take a huge breath. Five more months and then what? I get signed again by the same handler, the same network, and the same love team? My life is doomed.

"You ready?" Nadine tells me, coming from my behind and now standing beside me to the entrance of the studio where we'll be having our sit-down interview.

I don't answer.

"Oh, c'mon, there are people here," she says. "The least you could do is talk to me."

I look at her, my eyebrows knitted. "Listen here," I spat. "You are not the boss of me. You don't tell me what to do." I shrug my shoulders and turn my gaze back to the studio where the hosts are now introducing our names.

Nadine stays silent after that encounter and I'm glad. I don't need a nuisance in my life. I wish she would just leave me alone.

It was my mistake, really. I thought she was innocent and simple. I thought wrong.

I remember our first meeting. It was two years ago.

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TWO YEARS AGO

"Here," Gian, the director for my first ever music video for my first ever album, tells me, handling me a photo album. "It's the names and pictures of girls under Mr. Ben who are fit to be your leading lady for your music video."

"Okay," I tell him. "Thanks."

"Sure, just text me when you have someone so we can start the shoot tomorrow."

"Okay." I say. And with that, he leaves the lounge area of Moon Light Offices.

I open the photo book to be greeted by all kinds of girls.

Half Filipino.

American.

Make-up face.

Filipino.

Too old.

Too young.

And then I saw her.

Nadine Lustre.

She's Pure Filipino, I can tell by her flawless brown skin. She's 18, as the description would say. She's simple and pretty. Nothing Ericka would be jealous about. Besides, I'm not dating her...yet.

A smile creeps on my face as I look at her picture.

I got my phone out and texted Gian.

Gian, I think I've found the one.