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Hehehe. The worst pickup line used on me: How do you like your eggs?
Scrambled, poached or fertilised. Ugh -_-
Nerd: *phone rings*
Jock: Whos that? Your girlfriend?
*Everyone laughs*
Nerd: No. Yours.
*Dead Silence*
Creds to 0o0-Happy-Dagger-0o0 for that! :)
BTW, I forgot, some of you were wondering if I was going to make Lissa a prominent character. The answer is no, she was just a cameo. Oh, bad rhymes. :)
Max's POV, Chp 10
Fang jumped up and stalked over to the door. "Iggy, I swear to whatever is up there, you'd better have a really, really good reason for-!" he ground out angrily, yanking the door open. Sam stood there meekly, holding his hands up in the air, his face a shade or two paler than I remembered it being. (A/N: Oi, can you really blame him? A pissed-off Fang is not something anyone wants to deal with. Ever.)
"Sorry, sorry, Nicholas, the reporter lady, she wants to interview you next. I'll send her in here." Sam scampered off and Fang slumped back down onto the couch, his hand covering his face in frustration.
I grasped his hand comfortingly, the moment already lost. "How about this, we do the interview together. After this morning, everyone thinks we're a couple, anyways." Wow. This morning. It feels like a lifetime ago.
Fang nodded slowly. "Alright. Together." A few minutes later, Brigid walked in, her head high, a confident smile curling her overly red lips. Said smile disappeared the second she laid eyes on me, however.
"What is she doing here?" Brigid snarled unattractively. Fang gave her a melting smile.
"Oh, I figured that since it's a bit late, Max and I could do our interviews together instead of having you run around this place looking for her. Is there a problem?" Brigid, stunned by Fang's good looks and charm, could only nod.
Shaking her head several times to regain focus, Brigid pulled out her notepad and started writing. She also turned on a tape recorder on her hip.
"Right, so, you two represented the Hawk Modeling Agency earlier today in the HMA Public Show. Is that correct?"
"Yes," I confirmed. "The objective of the Show was to raise awareness of our magazine, Flighty Fashions, and give our audience a chance to ask us questions."
"Our next public appearance will feature both Maximum and I, as well as James and Zephyr Griffiths and Dylan and Angel Gunther-Hagen. Not to mention the head of the fashion department, Monique Williams." Fang spoke with practiced coolness, not unlike the voice he used this morning to address the public. "It is scheduled to be in three weeks from today."
"According to my research, you were asked this morning about an in-company relationship with one of your coworkers. Nicholas, any comments to add on that?" I noticed her tense slightly as she waited for his answer.
"Perhaps Maximum would like to answer that. Max?" Fang smiled at me. I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
"Yes, Nick and I are in a relationship, and the director of HMA approves. In fact, we have started on some couples photos for the next issue of Flighty Fashions. We've been together for a couple weeks now." Fang smiled softly at me and put an arm around my shoulders.
"That's... wonderful," Brigid ground out tersely. "Aren't you two just the cutest couple?"
I couldn't hold in my next comment. "Is that your next question?" Brigid glared pitifully at me before making doe eyes at Fang, who ignored her.
"No, sorry. Any spoilers you'd be willing to share, then? Or show me?" Brigid leered slightly. I almost laughed at Fang's terrified look when Brigid started tracing her finger on his knee.
"Spoilers take away all the fun, though," I pointed out. "Sorry, Brigid. Next question?"
Brigid looked at Fang lustily, which made both Fang and I very uncomfortable. "Okay. Nicholas, what kind of modeling do you usually do? Nude? Mind if I get a sneak peek?"
Fang stood up abruptly, knocking her wandering hand off his thigh. "This is ridiculous. You are obviously not taking this seriously. Please stop feeling me up, thank you very much. I think this has gone far enough. Leave, Ms. Dwyer." Brigid stood up, dropping her notepad and pen and went for the direct approach.
"Nicholas, please, I heard you hired the last reporter. Why not me? I'm five times as pretty as her." She shot me a scathing look, which probably wouldn't have scared a baby. Wait, I take that back. Any baby would cry at the sight of her.
"Because, unlike you, Max is smart, funny, not to mention young and beautiful. Ms. Dwyer, if you don't leave now, I will have security escort you out."
As it turned out, security did have to drag Brigid out, kicking and screaming, while all the models looked on with mild interest. "Wonder how that article will turn out," Iggy mused.
Fang's POV
"Max, check this out." I handed the gorgeous girl I liked to call my girlfriend the latest issue of The Birdseye View. It was opened up to Brigid's article about HMA. Max grabbed it and started reading aloud to all the other models.
HMA: Pretty Little Liars? Written by Brigid Dwyer. Hawk Modeling Agency, more commonly known as HMA, is the central hub of the latest fashions in Arizona. Nationally ranked, HMA stands out as one of the most prestigious modeling agencies in the USA. The models themselves are constants, not new ones every week like other agencies. "We like to give our fans a bit of familiarity every month. It helps them connect to each model," director of HMA Chet Bachelor explains. "Each set and clothing, to some extent, is based on our personalities and preferences," adds the stunning star model Dylan Gunther-Hagen. "I'm just an all-around, all-American guy. And my portfolio supports that."
Recently, HMA hired former reporter for The Birdseye View Maxine Rode, despite her obvious lack of beauty and her awful fashion sense. When asked about her experience as a model, Rode replies, "Is that your question? I'm a whore who doesn't deserve this job." Further investigation reveals that Rode stole the open position meant for another hopeful young fan. "I don't know who she thinks she is, but she stole the opportunity of a lifetime from someone else," Gunther-Hagen declares.
Rode has risen to fame in the modeling world, thanks to lies and cheating. Publicly dating Nickolas Walker has given her more chances to raise her popularity, when in fact, Rode is secretly dating Jim Griffiths, another young model with the same credentials as Walker. Furthermore-
"This is a load of crap!" Max slammed the paper down. "The only names she got right were hers and Dylan's. And she definitely misquoted me." Iggy proceeded to read the rest of the article to himself while Max angrily ranted about Brigid's numerouserrors in the piece. If you're wondering how the blind guy read, he had his own copy of the newspaper in Braille.
"She wasn't even here long enough to interview Dylan," Gazzy pointed out. "And, no offense Angel, you and Dylan have an unusual last name. If she can't even spell 'Ride' correctly, how the heck did she spell 'Gunther-Hagen'?"
"He's right." Angel smiled at Gazzy, who blushed. "I heard Dylan talking on the phone last night. I think it was with the reporter lady."
"Ang, by any chance did you say anything about Max during your interview?" Iggy called out.
"No, she didn't even bring her up. I just told her how much I loved being a model and wearing all the clothes. And I may or may not have mentioned her lack of a boyfriend and her overuse of makeup."
"Why, Ig?" I picked up the newspaper Max had been reading and scanned the last part.
"Well, Brigid here says that Angel quote-unquote says 'Maxine hates everyone, she scares me. My brother's a saint for putting up with that'."
"Okay, that's it, I'm going to kill her." I pulled Max back down to the couch and wrapped an arm around her comfortingly. "I don't get how she got this piece of garbage past Tyler, the editor!"
"It says it was edited by a D.G.H. Dylan!" Iggy seethed. "That no-good little-"
"Iggy, language!" I said sharply. "Look, nobody is killing anyone. Everyone just calm down, we'll get Nudge and Jeb in here and we'll talk about this."
"Don't you mean Monica and Chet?" Iggy sneered.
Before I had a chance to scold my best friend, Sam (or Nathan, as Brigid wrote) walked in meekly.
"Max, Nicholas, James, and Angel. Come with me, Jeb wants to see you all. It's about the article."
Sorry, I would've uploaded earlier but I needed to help my dad with his fish tanks. :P Next chapter is on Saturday, per usual. What does 2+2 equal? ~Hellisa