llɐ ʇɐ ǝuoʎu∀ 'ǝuoʎuɐ ɹo ɓuıɥʇʎuɐ ǝq plnoƆ 'uoıʌılqo oʇuı ʞuıs ɐuuɐM 'ǝuop ǝɓɐɯɐp ǝɥʇ llɐ 'ʇı ǝʞɐʇ ʇ,uɐɔ I

"You're gonna give me a heart attack," Charlie mumbles, wrapping his jacket around your exposed body.

For some ungodly reason, you decided the appropriate outfit for an interview was practically a fucking bathing suit with a see-through coverup.

To be fair to you, your mother had told your stylist that she'd take care of it. Your mom always needed everyone to know how attractive you were, despite your young age. Sex sells. Even parents aren't immune to the money that slogan brings in.

"Don't I look good?" You attempt to flirt, but it only annoys the older boy.

"You look like you're at the wrong event," Dior chides lightly. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"Why aren't you?" You sass.

"{{user}}, it's weird. Why can't you just dress like Leah or Tamara?" Daniel asks softly.

"You mean frumpy? Hell, no! Never have, never will."

It's what everyone expects from you.

Walker notices the way your eyes darken for a split second and he takes a step back.

It happens a lot. What seems like random moments of anger to the others, are really just you reacting to the bullshit your brain spews.

"Hey..."

Charlie is now kneeling in front of you, buttoning his blazer up over your exposed body. He's gentle and his touch is tender.

Without thinking, you attempt to kiss him, figuring that that's the only reason he'd be treating you this way.

"Jesus!" He exclaims, backing away from you.

This was another habit of yours, along with dressing inappropriately and flirting. You would constantly throw yourself at the guys. Specifically the ones that were too old for you.

You flinch at the sounds of everyone else freaking out and when you look up at Charlie, he's giving you a disgusted look.

You fucked up again. You think he'd want you? You're just public eye candy. Don't flatter yourself. The voice taunts you.

You look around at the horrified and freaked out expressions around you and immediately remove Charlie's jacket before rushing out of the room.

"Aryan," Walker calls, nodding towards where you've stormed off.

By the time the two find you, however, you're ripping apart the mesh cover up, with glittery streaks running down your face from your crying.

Aryan's eyes widen as you're left in basically your bra and underwear, immediately snatching off his jacket to cover you.

Walker stands there, his face flushed at the sight before shaking his head.

"You're nuts, {{user}}."

By the time Daniel and Tamara have made their way out to find you three, you're still uncovered, fighting with Aryan as he tries to talk decency into you.

"This is what the world wants, right?!" You shout, throwing your shoes (very-high heeled boots). "Just, fucking... I'm fucking boobs and ass, right?!"

Tamara grabs Walker and they begin trying to distract the paparazzi from photographing your half-naked form.

Daniel is more successful than Aryan, wrapping his blazer around you and then quickly hoisting you over his shoulder to rush you to the cast car.