Tekken Fanfiction Part two

Given the boot

Bob and Adam went to the training room and waited there. There were five other guys too, besides themselves. They waited for the supervisor to arrive and she finally did.
"Okay I'm running late for another interview," she said. "Your trainer will arrive shortly. Wait let me unlock the door for you."
She unlocked the door and then left. So they went in and waited for their trainer. Their trainer arrived and he started to give a training. They started and they felt like it was the hardest thing in the world. The trainer then made them do catwalk in turns. When Adam's turn came, he felt very nervous but somehow he did. And to his surprise, the trainer praised him!
"Well done, Dean, well done," said the trainer, much to Adam's surprise. "You have modelling talent in you!"
"Umm thanks?" said Adam, confused. He sat down and started thinking. "Was I really that good?"
"Next, I wanna see Ryan Lewis," said the trainer. "Come forward, Ryan."
Bob was confused at first but then quickly got up and started to show off his modelling skill and impress the trainer, or so he thought.
"Ryan!" shouted the trainer. "You call this catwalk? Well let me tell you something, you walk like a chicken!"
Bob was offended. He thought he had done okay. Adam was confused too. He thought that Bob did way better than he did.
"Sorry, sir..." said Bob, like a student in front of the principal. "I'll do better."
"Well you better," said the trainer. "Or else, you're gonna get the boot."
So Bob tried harder. The trainer was satisfied with his efforts.
"There, that's better," said the trainer. "Don't walk like a chicken, walk like a model!"
So the training went on and Adam and Bob began to regret their lives, attending this training. The next day came, and Bob was already in the trainer's bad books. New trainees arrived too from the interview that happened the day before.
"How could you not understand the meaning of modelling?" the trainer shouted at Bob. "This guy here only arrived today, and look how well he's doing."
So this went on for the whole day. Adam still received praise because of 'how good he is' and that he's a 'natural at modelling' as the trainer called it.
"You'll become a very successful model one day, Dean," said the trainer, nodding at Adam in approval. "I can see a bright future for you."
"But I don't wanna become a successful model," thought Adam. "I wanna be a normal person..."
The next day was Friday, and possibly the worst day for Bob that week. The trainer had asked them to do some runway choreographing. The trainer demonstrated and the trainees had to do them. But unfortunately for Bob, he wasn't very good at it.
"THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DO IT!" shouted the trainer. "YOU LOOK LIKE A MONKEY, TRYING TO CLIMB A TREE!"
"Oh I'm sorry if my runway skills don't appeal to you," said Bob, sarcastically. "This is just how am I."
"THEN GET OUT OF MY TRAINING ROOM!" said the trainer, suddenly, much to everyone's surprise. "YOU ARE NOT FIT FOR MODELLING, SO GET OUT!"
"More than happy to," said Bob and got up to leave the training room. "Better than spending time trying to be someone else!"
And with that, he got up and left the training room after slamming the door after himself. Adam was shocked, and speechless. Now he was all alone here and didn't have any friends. He updated the others with this bit of news.
Adam: U know what
Adam: I'm on my own here now
Nina: What happened
Adam: Bob got the boot
Anna: WHAT?!
Anna: What did he do till he got the boot?
Adam: The trainer said that he isn't fit for modelling...
Shasha: Poor Bob...
Steve: Nah serve him right
Steve: A little bit of insult would do him good...
Nina: U're so mean, Steve
Steve: What?
Steve: It's true...
Steve: U can't deny it, right
Anna: Yeah U're right
Nina: He has a high opinion of himself...
Adam: I wonder what's going on there...
Adam: I'll text him and see
So Adam started texting Bob instead
Adam: Umm Bob?
Bob: What?
Adam: Sorry u got fired...
Bob: It's fine...
Bob: Not ur fault anyway...
Bob: Glad I got outta that place
Adam: Where are u now?
Bob: At the cafe, across the street
Adam: I'll be there at lunchtime
Adam: It starts in about 5 minutes
Bob: Okay, I'll wait for you here
Adam: Be there in a jiffy
So five minutes later, Adam almost ran to the cafe across the street. He found Bob eating a very big meal and many empty coffee cups on the table.
"Bob, don't binge eat..." said Adam, sitting in front of Bob. "You're gonna gain all your weight back..."
"I don't care," said Bob, still eating. "Like how can they just reject me like that?"
"Well I don't know..." said Adam. "You did better than me, in my opinion. You eat when you're stressed, don't you?"
"Yes I do," said Bob. "It's my way of handling stress..."
"Bob, just be happy you got kicked out..." said Adam. "I wished I could get kicked out too, but it happened the other way around..."
"Yeah I'm glad I got outta there too," said Bob. "Wait how much have I eaten?"
"I have no idea..." said Adam. "You're the one that ate."
"Ah I don't care anymore," said Bob. "I don't care about my looks anymore. If they find out I'm the costume vigilante, let that be."
"Shh even if they don't find out, you'll tell them," said Adam. "Don't talk about it here, in public..."
"Whatever, I don't care anymore," said Bob. "They can know. I'm gonna announce it now!"
He got up and was about to announce it, but Adam stopped him. He pulled him back to the seat and made him sit down again.
"Dude, what are you trying to do?" asked Adam, in a low voice. "You wanna end up in the papers? Again? Snap out of it! Are you drunk? How much of coffee did you drink?"
"Ten cups..." said Bob. "Yeah I'm drunk, ain't I..."
"Here have some water," said Adam, giving Bob the cup of water that he ordered. "Hopefully that helps you sober up..."
So Bob drank the water and felt a little better.
"Go wash your face..." said Adam, annoyed. "That'll help you sober up..."
He started texting the others.
Adam: Guys help...
Nina: What's up?
Adam: Our friend here is drunk...
Adam: With coffee...
Steve: Who?
Adam: Bob...
Steve: Good luck with that, Dad
Shasha: How much coffee did he even drink?
Adam: 10 cups...
Nina: Is that even possible?
Anna: Yes it is, Nina...
Anna: Look it up
Shasha: What is he doing now?
Adam: He's gone to wash his face
Bob came back and sat. He definitely looked and felt better. He got plenty of messages from Katarina. She sent him like one hundred texts, asking what happened to him. The others told her that Bob was given the boot. She wanted to ask Bob about it and comfort him, but got no reply. She was worried about him.
"Oh I forgot about Katarina," said Bob. "She sent me like a hundred text messages..."
"For goodness sake, reply to her," said Adam. "Poor, thing... she must be worried sick! How long has she been texting you?"
"For an hour," said Bob, texting Katarina. "Yeah I'm gonna get it when she sees me..."
"Serve you right," said Adam, laughing. "Deal with it."
"Yeah I deserve it..." said Bob, sighing. "I'll have to wear a bulletproof vest to see her... she's always carrying a gun..."