Ok ppl here's chapter seven. I think u've guessed who it is about neil, since I have a chapter for every other teen in the gang. It's not that I don't like writing about neil, in fact I was really looking forward to this chapter. I was just saving it for the middle. Anyway, enjoy!!
Disclaimers: I don't own class of the titans, but I do own a mountain of homework that needs to be done!
Chapter Seven
Neil posed while his photographer snapped away with the camera. Ah, this was the life! Sitting on a beach, working on his tan and getting free lemonades from the girl at the kiosk. Speaking of which, it was time for a refill.
He clicked his fingers at the photographer, who sent a runner up to get him a drink. The runner came back with a glass of lemonade. Neil grabbed it from his hands and took a sip.
"EKKKK!!"
Everyone turned to look at the model. He didn't look happy.
"There's ice in here you creep! You know I can't have ice! It might chip my teeth and spoil my smile! Do you know how dangerous that is for me?!"
Neil got up and collected his stuff. "This session is finished." He said angrily at the photographer. He walked off the beach and called a taxi. "Take me to New Olympia Mall," he said to the driver. "I need to shop!"
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4 hours and 400 dollars later, Neil walked out of the mall. In his hands were at least six bags full of designer clothing. It wasn't that he needed new clothes; it was he was bored and was paid way to much modelling for it all to go into the bank. Now this way the life!
He caught another taxi back to his penthouse apartment, where he lived alone. He preferred it that way- no one to bug him, no one to be using the bathroom but him and no one to mess up his perfect hair. But of course he did have 3 maids, a butler, a stylist and a professional chef all just a phone call away.
He unceremoniously put the bags on the kitchen floor and headed towards the bathroom. He so needed a shower; it was almost 3 hours since his last one. It could be really bad for his hair if he didn't have a shower once every 4 hours at least then his hair could dry up, seriously not good. Luckily, his stylist had drawn him up a table showing what times were best to do whatever.
After his shower, Neil called his stylist and told her about the fiasco at the beach. Naturally, he blamed it on her.
"… and then I went off at him, but still kept my hair in place, and walked off. I can't believe they did that to me, of all people. They must be trying to ruin my career or something! This is your fault! If you hadn't told me about how much they paid me then I wouldn't of accepted the job and nearly got my perfect smile wrecked!" He yelled at the stylist, who kept her cool. She was used to these outbursts that her client had.
"… are you even listening to me? I want to go and sue that kiosk! They could have destroyed my career and my life! Make sure that I get paid extra from that photographer; I will need to have a dental check up. Now get out!"
The stylist scampered out of the penthouse. She had been Neil's stylist for almost a year now, but that was the biggest tantrum she had witnesses yet from the model. But she would treat it the same as every other tantrum. She would give Neil some time to chill out. By the time she got back he would be back to his normal self, worrying only about himself.
It was all he ever did.
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Ok after this chapter there will be seven more, one for each of the teens. They will be either directly after these events, or right before Chaos 101. Anyway, remember to read and review!! Thnks!
Little Miss Illusional
