Reilley's POV.
"S—Shut up!" I blurted out. He smirked playfully and put his hand on mine. I strictly shove his hand away.
"How violent." Deavon pouted his red lips. I stared at them.
This is the first time I'm seeing him act like a kid in public. What the hell is happening to him?
"Are you sick?" I asked sarcastically. His playful smirk widened. How can he look so sexy into my eyes when he's literally annoying me right now. I think I'm the one who's sick.
"Rather than taunting me. How about we talk what to do on our performance?" he replied. My brows furrowed. There's no way I'm performing with him. We're going to fail.
"And who says that you're my partner?" I rolled my eyes. "Ryujin is my partner. Are you Ryujin?" I asked sarcastically. He arched his brows and looked in front.
"No, I'm not. But I think that chicken thick framed guy is Ryujin." I followed his gaze. My lips parted when I saw Ryujin practicing with another person. I thought he's going to be my partner? What the hell. "Lo