Chapter 1
Riki Nishimura is going to be the death of me. This is infuriating.
“I won’t’ do it.” I shake my head, folding my arms.
“Then you won’t be in the showcase.” Coach Yoon shrugs and waves me off. “You can see your way out.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Why am I doing this? That’s a bit unfair, don’t you think, Y/n?” She asks. “You were suspended and then come back to demand a spot in the showcase. I give you one and it isn’t good enough?”
“I was suspended because of Riki, though! This is all his fault!”
“We both know that isn’t true. You need to take responsibility for your own actions. And Riki has agreed to work with you, which is very generous considering he had a solo.” Coach Yoon goes on and I know I am fighting an already lost battle. “Do you want the spot or not?”
“I have no choice.” I sigh and Coach Yoon stands up, grabbing her bag.
“Good. I trust you and Riki can work out the details. You are late, but I still expect you to have something to show me by the end of next week.”
Next week? Is she crazy? There is no way we can have something prepared.
“Yes, ma’am.” I nod, knowing it is the only acceptable answer she will take.
I let her lead me out of her office, grabbing RIki’s number from her before I go.
I am sitting in my dorm room, staring at my phone. I don’t want to call him. Regardless of what Coach Yoon thinks, Riki is the reason for my suspension from the dance team. He started the stupid prank war in the first place. If he hadn’t started it I would have never been caught tampering with his costume.
I am lucky that I only got suspended. Coach Yoon could have pressed charges for breaking and entering and vandalism. But you see, this is all his fault. I was the star of the dance team before he started that war.
And then everyone wants to say how amazing it is that he is willing to let me dance with him in his solo spot. Please. That solo spot should be mine! I have worked my ass off all year and now I have to share my spotlight with that jerk?
My phone rings before I can make up my mind about calling him. Ducking Jerk flashes across my screen as I have already programmed him in. Why does he have my number?
“Hello?” I answer.
“Coach Yoon said she gave you my number.” He says. “Were you not going to call?”
“I was thinking about it.”
“Thinking about what? You already said you are going to do it.” He sighs. “We can meet at studio five tomorrow at noon. I have it reserved.”
“I have plans.”
“Cancel them. We have little time and this is important.”
“Fine, I will be there.”
“Good.” And with that he hung up.
I sigh, laying back on my bed. This is going to fucking suck.
