Model Perfect
"Emma, I saw the video of Hunter fighting last night. What happened? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Freddie. And don't ask me to go to the Aftershock auditions today. I am not feeling well."
Freddie, of all people, understands teen parties. He practically encourages me to attend them for fame, followers, and friends. The three 'Fs' I am supposed to care about. Freddie never thinks about the fourth 'F' for fuck. As in, I don't give a fuck today, Freddie.
"Okay, I will let Model Perfect know you aren't feeling well. What are we sick with today?"
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