Oliver's POV
I couldn't do shit. EVER! Jada called. Apparently me not doing anything about losing the girl I've been in love with for years wasn't okay. I just wanted to drown in my self pity by throwing myself into my work. That's what I wanted. It's what I needed. I couldn't even do that.
So here I am. In the dance studio. Yes, hers. I sneak in practice what we've practiced. Then I leave. It's supposed to be my big love gesture. Proof of how I'm feeling. To be honest I was always better at doing than using words.
At this point though, I was planning on moving. Leaving. It's what's best for me. I shouldn't stick around when the reason for me to stay won't want me. I shouldn't stick around for a girl anyway. It all feels lost to me now.
***
After the confrontation in the storage locker.
"She left again. Why does she keep running from me?" I ask exhausted to no one in particular. Jada stands beside me. She places a hand on my shoulder and I felt rage run through me. I move away from her.
"This is your fault. I wouldn't be in the predicament had you stayed out of it. I'd already be in Florida. SHE DOESNT CARE JADA." My voice cracks and I clear my throat. Why does it hurt so fucking bad?
"Why can't she choose me?" I ask her. There's pained look on her face. I shake my head.
"You can't give up on her. She wants you. She needs you. I know she does." Jada runs to her defense. Like always.
"I love her. Jay. I want all of her. But I can't keep staying around waiting for pieces of her attention like the love sick puppy I've been. That's not fair to me." I tell her. And she runs her hand through her dark hair.
"I get it. Ollie. I understand. Just until the show case. You've been working so hard for this surprise. Don't let it go to waste." Jada pleaded.
"Why should I? It's not making a difference. And why are you so hell bent on us being together?" I ask.
She scoffs, "Because I don't want you to go. And I know you won't stay for me. I don't have anyone Oliver. Just you and Naomi. You're my people! And you guys will eventually make me choose and I can't make that choice. I'm smack dead in the middle of this shit! It's affecting me too. It's supposed to be us three until the end. But now I see in the end it'll be just me. And I can't handle that." She says. I walk up to her. I pull her to my chest and tuck her head under my chin after kissing her hair.
"Until after the show case." I agree.
***
The present.Naomi's POV
When our performance was over I was rushed to the back before I could ask him to wait for me. I needed to see him. Maybe get a conversation out of him. A chance for me to apologize, to thank him. Anything. I had to tell him. I looked for him for a little while. He showed up for me. He had my back. Our moves were in sync like he never missed a practice. He'd done that for me. That has to mean he still cares right? That what I feeling wasn't just a figment of my imagination.
The scores would be talked about soon but I don't think I could wait anymore. I walk towards the exits where I see my mom, Benny and Jada standing
"Oh my god that was amazing!" My mom and Benny said together as they hugged me. He hands me flowers and I grin at him.
"Thank you." I say. Jada bumps my shoulder.
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UnReStRiCtEd(Completed)
Roman d'amourFor years Oliver, my hot Hispanic roommate, and I, Naomi Morgan Bell because I get to put my full name here, have been the best of friends for the past 8 years. So close that we've become roommates for 4 of them. I can depend on him unlike I could d...