The Pretty List ~ A Lams AU

✨13 ~ Jorge Washingmachine✨

eeeeee I did fanart, based on the chapter monarchy and the ending of last time. Oh my god, so much improvement. ignore the shitty anatomy. Should this be the cover?? Eh, think of it as the honorary cover. IT TOOK SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING LONG (future me - lmfao what's up w the anatomy KILL ME, this pains me to look at BAHAHHHHHA NOO)

Alex's POV

The photographer gives me a small smile, almost sarcastically, like he doesn't like me.

Ugh, rude.

I roll my eyes ever so slightly and walk out the room, in the other door. It's like a one way system, kind of annoying. I hate this building, I hate it so much. It's really fucking huge, I get lost all the time, not to mention it's where the Pretty List was made. It's the epitome of evil, it makes me very uncomfortable.

I pull slightly at my shirt collar, and as I do so someone walks up to me. I recognise him almost immediately, but it's not like most people would. Only if you were on the Pretty List.

George Washington.

Inventor, or at least current leader (no one knows) of the Pretty List.

I don't trust him. Anyone who does this, willingly, is shifty. As fuck. Not to mention he has this whole 'nice-guy-villain' vibe going on.

"Ah, hello Alexander." He smiles at me, holding his hand out for me to shake, even though I've never met him in person before. Friendly people throw me off anyway.

I give him a small, weak smile back and shake his hand, as quickly as possible.

"I thought you might be here," He says, in a tone that verges on threatening, and I feel my throat begin to close up. I was uncomfortable being even in the same room as him.

I really wish John was here right now.

What? No, I... no I don't. I mean, well it would be nice, it's a lot more comfortable around him. But I mean, just cause he's my friends and all. I mean, it'd totally be easier and he'd know what to say, and how to get out of the situation, unlike me.

I nod ever so slightly, unsure of what to say. Ha, I'm real bad in social situations.

"Is John doing his?" He asks, and I nod, and right now it's the one thing I can confidently do. Shit.

He gives me a creepy smile and I shift on my feet, avoiding his eyes.

"Yes, you really got lucky with him, huh?" He asks, and I look at him, almost confused. Did he.. know? Does he know it's fake? Is he being genuine? I mean, it was between the judge and the lawyers, but.... did they tell him?

I gulp, before remembering to act like a human and grin, looking down at my feet. "Yeah..." I mumble.

"You can watch him if you want." He says and I frown. Out of context that sounds really fucking awful, doesn't it.

"Two way mirror room." He explains, and I agree, unsure of what else to do. What? That can't be lega-

Wait.

Never mind.

He leads me to another room, and I can see right into the photography room, from the direction of that bitchy photographer.

This does not seem right.

His phone suddenly, thank god, rings and he answers it, saying little. He hangs up and turns to look at me, "I have to go, I hope to see you soon."

I nod, secretly wishing to never meet him again, ever. In my life. Ew. God, that was one of the worst interactions I've ever had, in my life.

Thankfully he walks out the room and I relax. Damn.

I really don't feel comfortable here right now, I should leave, this isn't right.

But then John walks into the room. No homo, but he's hot. Very hot. Like shit, there's no way he's not being number one again.

"Hi Lee," He smiles at the photographer, and I grimace. Is he friends with this dude? Ew. John has a, questionable taste in friends.

"Hey John!" He smiles at him, I think.

"Let's get this over and done with, this building creeps me out."

"Same, I don't know why I took a job here."

Oh, so the feelings mutual.

He pulls a slight pose, adjusting his shoulder and putting his hand in his pocket, and giving that stupidly attractive grin. I let out a small inhuman noise and bury my face in my hands.

Wait a second.

Wait a fucking second.

I look back at him again as the photo snaps. Hold on. It's the same pose. The one he did in the picture he told me to copy. Oh my god, oh my god he's so sweet, I love him! Platonically, of course. Y'know, in the platonic way like all your friends. Yes, now stop it.

"Did it come out good?" He asks.

"Yeah, like always." He laughs slightly. "Y'know, it's a shame your boyfriends so fucking ugly, you could do so much better." I feel my stomach drop.

Oh. Is that how people see me? Does John think that too? Am I really....? I- oh. My eyes prick with tears, and I wipe them away quickly. I mean, I am 17 on the Pretty List, but... I mean, shit man.

John frowns, almost confused, "W-what?"

"It's a shame your boyfriend is so fucking ugly." He repeats.

John runs his tongue over his teeth, wincing slightly, and pressing his lips together, pulling a face. "I really wish you hadn't just said that."

I frown slightly.

And then he punches Lee, right in the nose, so hard his head bangs into the back of the wall. What the fuck?!

John!

He shakes his hand, it being covered in blood. Jesus shit, I think he broke his nose.

He rolls his eyes and heads towards the door, and I remember in a spilt second that I was not suppose to see that, and I was supposed to be waiting for him.

"Shit!" I whisper, bursting through the door and running out to the waiting area. I am speed, Lightning McQueen style. John showed me that film, it was kinda good.

Thankfully I get there just in time and he walks out the door, during his hand together.

"How'd it go-? Hey, wait is that blood on your hands?!" I know, I know, I'm an impeccable actor, no need for the applause.

"Hm? Oh it's nothing." He says, clearly not wanting to boast about 'defending my honour'. Instead, he cups my cheek and leaning down slightly (tall bitch) placing a small kiss on my forehead.

I smile at him.

No wait shit, I shouldn't enjoy that. And why did he do that, there's no one else around. Maybe for the security cams...

"We should go." He whispers, giggling and I agree.

We quickly head to door, and prepare ourselves quickly before waking back out. I forget how bright camera flashes are.

Wow I'm sorry for how short taht was