Perfect Pair | Kenneth San Jose

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Announcement at the end!

Btw, I was supposed to publish this last night but my mom took my phone for no absolute reason so I'm so sorry.

Heads up! This story is gonna get more crazier after this chapter, so prepare yourselves for what is about to happen.

LET'S GO!

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Naomi's POV:

What does he mean by "I'm gonna fight for you and I won't still 'til I win"?

I hope it doesn't mean he's gonna try and win me over.

Cause that ain't gonna happen.

He lost me at our first kiss.

Yes, our first kiss. That was actually counted as one. The other two weren't.

I undo my braid and separate the hair strands apart, leaving my hair with waves. Picking up my pace, I hurry into Jason's office and take in the cool air conditioning breeze that hits me when I open the door.

He greets me with a smile and motions me to sit on a chair. I nod in reponse and take an empty seat. A couple seconds later, Sean comes in with his head up and takes a seat in front of me.

How can he act like nothing just happened?

"Alright, so Sean, what is your idea for 'C'?" Jason asks.

"Well, after a few days of contemplating with what song I should choose, I finally came across the song 'Youth' by Troye Sivan." He smiled. "Wonderful piece, might I add."

"I'm thinking starry backgrounds, a foggy scenario, and cool production effects. Anything that could help express the song and its 'youth'." He finished.

"That sounds amazing already. Do you have a choreo set already?" Jason asks excitedly.

"Yes, yes I do. I just need to teach and practice it with my partner." He smiled as he glances at me then back to Jason.

God? Do you hate me?

I eat my vegetables.

Why do you still choose to torture me?

"Wait, have you thought of a quote yet?" Jason asks.

"Yes, I have. I'm keeping it a secret between Naomi and I for now."

Yup, you definitely hate me.

God, okay.

I'm sorry.

That was one time.

I just don't like broccoli, okay?

Please forgive me.

"Ms. De Guzman!"

"Oh! What?!" I jumped on my seat and faced Jason.

"Did you not hear what I said?"

"No, sorry..." My faced flushed with embarrassment immediately and I wanted to dig myself a hole right then and there.

"I said, you begin practice tomorrow. 2pm to 8pm. All this week."

"What?!" I bolt up from my seat and look at him in disbelief.

"What's wrong?"

What's wrong?!