Grace's Pov
We got to the modeling place and I can't even really describe because it's just some building that looks like other buildings. You know, skyscrapers and all that jazz.
Although I'm guessing this is either a really big room or the basement is somehow on the second floor because this place is ginormous.
"Nervous?" Gavin asked. Dylan shoved his hands in his pockets casually.
"Not really." He said looking around.
"Ah! Zer he is! My next modeling star!" A short balding man with an accent yelled while walking over. He reached up and grabbed Dylan by the face then kissed both his cheeks. Dylan stood upright with his eyes wide in surprise and aggravation.
"Kiss me again and I'll shove your lips up your ass." Dylan threatened.
"Ah feisty. I like it. You give me an image. Bad boy. Rebel. Rule breaker. PERFECT!" He said. I stifled my laugh at how uncomfortable Dylan looks.
"Next A&F model star, Dylan Grayson. No, no, no. That's all wrong." The man said.
"What's all wrong?" Dylan asked.
"Your name! It's too long." The man said. Then I looked over at Gavin who is counting the syllables on his fingers.
"It's only four syllables." He whispered.
"You're saying my name is wrong?" Dylan asked.
"Yes. Uh, your new name is...Dylan Gray. Ah! I can see it now. Soon Dylan Gray will be the name on every fashion magazine and billboard." The man said.
"Excuse me. But...what is your name?" I asked.
"You must be the girlfriend. You are adorable. Just stay in the back and keep quiet." He said, not answering my question.
And I'm not even his girlfriend. To my dismay.
"Dylan! We must get you ready for your photo shoot! Wardrobe! Get this boy undressed immediately!" The man said clapping his hands.
"Undressed!?" Dylan exclaimed as a bunch of people started walking over to him. His eyes widened and he looked at me.
"Princess! Help me! I don't want these strangers to undress me!" He complained as the wardrobe people grabbed him and started dragging him away.
"Aw. Poor Dylan." I frowned.
"Ooh look! Snack table." Becca pointed out.
"Yay. Snacks!" I chirped as Gavin, Becca, and I walked over to the snack table.
Dylan's a big boy. He can handle himself.
Dylan's Pov
SO MANY PEOPLE ARE TOUCHING ME AT ONCE! AHHHHH!!!!
Grace's Pov
I love bagels.
"These bagels are perfection. Ooh, just like that cute guy over there." I said to Becca and Gavin.
"Hey! No ogling hot model dudes!" Becca scolded slapping my forehead. I frowned.
"But why?" I whined.
"You are meant to be with Dylan. Nobody else. I will body slam every hot male model that looks in your direction." Gavin said. I just pouted and took a bite from my bagel while hoping he blush on my cheeks isn't obvious.
Then some really hot guy walked over to us. Us, as in, me.
"Hi. My names Chad. I just noticed you are extremely bea-"
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The Bad Boy Calls Me Princess
Teen FictionGrace Braxton isn't your typical girl. She doesn't really get noticed by most people at school and she'd prefer to stay at home playing cards than going to high school parties. Dylan Grayson isn't your typical asshole. He's more mysterious and dang...
