That Perverted Childish

That Perverted Childish

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Sean Zed Alfonso being a Campus King. Son of the owner of A.U. Having a gang and this is Shadow. He's attitude is Jerk and womanizer but have good side sometimes. He knew for being Charming and Mr. Perfect. All along he believe that all girls are going to be insane and drool in him but he was wrong when this girl name Anastasha came. She's a half Korean and a half Filipino. Her mother is a Korean and her father is businessman Filipino. She's the heir of their company. But she's independent and she doesn't want to know being the Anastasha the daughter of the Rich Family she wants a low profile thats why she's independent and having a job. She's a working student to be exact. Anastasha is a straight forward woman,she hated the boys jerk and boastful . She's blood boiling with the boys with that attitude. Specially if it's pervert. And this is Sean. They called each other 'Yabang' for Sean and 'tasa' for Anastasha. And Anastasha really hate being tease with that. The Sean that knew for being Mr. Perfect and a jerk is turning into perverted childish when it comes in Anastasha. He keeps on teasing her and Anastasha will going to be pissed thats make his day complete. Can they really live with that routine for a lifetime or they're future will going to be change? Are they going to be lover? Or they forever will be enemy.
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