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004; she's a hoe too

THIRD PERSON.

"MISS ME?" KATE SMIRKED SLIGHTLY, HER ARMS folded and resting on the table in front of her while she stared at the boy opposite, leant back in his chair giving her a deathly glare.

"Don't flatter yourself," he rolled his eyes, "Was this your last resort as a job?"

"No, just the one that sounded the most fun," Kate gave him a smile, "I get paid for being a bitch to you."

"You won't get paid if I complain and get you fired." Corbyn replied as he raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side, "There's no way I'm letting you be my fake girlfriend."

"Unlucky, it looked like you had no choice."

"They said someone I get along with," he said, "And from what it seems, we don't get along."

"I'm just here for the money," she shrugged, "It's not like I'm going to do anything to harm your career."

"I bet you had the idea in your mind though."

"I did." She smiled, "It's still there just in case you piss me off."

"We're not doing this," Corbyn shook his head, standing up and walking towards the door of the room the pair were sat in.

"We have to."

"Emerson, I don't fucking like you." Corbyn turned to look at her, a stern tone as he spoke while the girl still sat down raised her eyebrows at him.

"Besson, the feeling is mutual." Kate replied, standing up and following him out of the room, down the hall towards where the rest of the group where.

"Randy," he called out, "I'm not doing this fake dating business with her."

"Why not?"

"I don't get along with her." He gestured towards the girl stood behind him as the rest of the band members glanced between the group.

"Well then it's a chance for you two to get along." Randy suggested, looking over at Jack, "Jack, what do you think of this idea?"

"It could work.." Jack slowly shrugged, "I'm not sure though."

"Just give it a try Corbyn," Jonah told him, "It could make you two get along."

"With her? No." Corbyn shook his head as Kate let out a small laugh.

"I'm not the person I was three years ago," Kate folded her arms, "Have a little faith."

"You barely even graduated, there's no hope for your future." Corbyn replied, not even attempting to look her way as Randy let out a sigh.

"Ouch," Daniel mumbled, "That was harsh."

"Look, this is going to happen whether or not you two get along," Randy told the boy, "So it's better to just suck it up and at least fake getting along for the media, I don't care how you feel about each other in private."

"How many times a week do I have to see her?" He asked.

"At least twice," Randy replied, hearing Corbyn groan before rolling his eyes and shaking his head, "That's it, and all you have to do is comment on her instagram posts when Kate does post."

"I post a hell of a lot," Kate smiled, "I'm hot, I have guys to impress."

"Oh look, she's a hoe too." Corbyn shrugged with a forced smile on his face, hearing the girl stood behind him laugh slightly.

"Okay damn Corbyn." Jonah raised his eyebrows, "You have more hatred towards the girl than she does with you."

"I wonder why," he replied with a sarcastic tone in his voice, "Whatever, I'll do it but I swear to god I am not spending any time with her in private, only in public."

"That's kind of the whole point." Kate looked at him, "It's for the media not for your own validation that someone actually likes you."

"Shut up Emerson."

"I like her," Zach nodded, "She's funny."

"Zach," Corbyn sent him a glare, throwing his hands up before he stood up and stormed off back down the hall.

"We're sorry about him," Jack told Kate, "We didn't think he'd react that badly but we do know you don't like each other."

"He's a crybaby," she shook her head, leaning against the wall and folding her arms once more before another small smirk appeared on her face, "I already said I won't do anything too extreme to piss him off."

"Anyway, you and him have a public date on Tuesday so don't be late for it, it's at the steakhouse," Randy told the girl, who gave him a nod and a thumbs up, "We're getting hollywood fix to go there so he can get you two on the media."

"Got it," she nodded, "What time?"

"The evening, around six."

"Okay," Kate gave him a smile, watching Randy and Jon walk off to where Corbyn had gone off to in a frustrated mood.

"He's going to have to fake his love towards you," Daniel laughed, "I can't wait to see that on the hollywood fix youtube channel."

"He's going to have his arm around you and-"

"He's not touching me," she frowned in disgust, "Why can't we just walk side by side?"

"Hold hands at least," Jack shrugged, "And then let go when you 'notice' the cameraman so it looks more realistic."

"He will not hold her hand," Zach looked over at Jack, "He can't even look at Kate."

"It'll just be a long process of waiting for him to get himself together," Jonah told them all, "He'll have to get used to it unfortunately."

"Sucks for him, this is going to be so entertaining."

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A/N

someone yell at me to do my schoolwork