Sabrina Hargreeves aka Number Eight in the Umbrella Academy. Not anymore, after moving out at the age of seventeen and finding herself a nice apartment and a fun roommate. But the tranquility is put to an end when she's twenty three and Nick Fury an...
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"Gabe this was a bad idea," I panted out as I paced back and forth,"maybe we should cancel this. Yeah I think we should put this off."
"Sabrina! Pull yourself together,"Gabriel ordered in a stern tone as he shook me a bit by the shoulders,"we're in the middle of your fucking fashion show, we can't cancel!"
"You're right,"I said as I took in a deep breath," I should die for a while to get myself out of it-"
"Sabrina! You dumb bitch! Just because you have stage fright doesn't mean you have to panic this much! Just say how you're thankful for the people who came here and the people who helped etcetera, etcetera."
"Well why can't you do the speech," I whined.
"Because I'm not the fucking fashion designer!"
Before I could say anything the last model walked past me and Gabe gave me a look and I slowly flattened my purple dress before I started walking out.
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The second that I stepped a foot out, a thunderous applause came across the crowd as I walked down the runway. Awkwardly waving as I got hold of the microphone that came out of the floor as my speech ran through my head.
"Thank you," I blurted out after a long pause," it took me and my partner slash friend a while to do this. This started as a stupid college dream, but with the thanks for people who believed in me, like the fabulous Pepper Potts over here," I paused and pointed at her, another round of applause broke out as she blew me a kiss,"my mother, Grace, who couldn't be here, my inspiration, the person who risked it all for me to help me get into college as a fashion major. I own her everything wonderful that has happened ever since. My best friend, my roommate Gabriel who used his amazing business and photography skills to keep this clothing company afloat. And to all the people who modeled with my outfits, especially my brother Klaus, I thank you for helping show people how well my clothes looks. Thank you for coming everyone, stay witchy!"
I did a little bow and blew a kiss into the audience before turning around and walking backstage and running into Gabe's arms.
"I told you, it would go okay,"he said, his voice muffled by my hair.
"Thank you Gabriel," I choked out, tears falling down my face," thank for believing in me and sticking to my side."
"Oh don't get mushy on me Bree-Bree,"Gabe chuckled as he wiped away my tears,"I'm always going to be by your side. You can't get ride of me no more, no matter how many spells you cast onto me."
I giggled as I pulled him back into another hug,"come on, we still need to deal with the paparazzi outside wanting the lasts scoop," I grumbled as I rolled my eyes.
He just let out a groan as he threw his head back,"can't you just do some hocus pocus shit to get us out of this?"
"Let's just grit our teeth and get this over with," I mumbled as I head over to my dressing room,"let me just get out of this dress."
The two of us walked out the back as the paparazzi start flashing, and I gripped Gabe's hand to keep me calm.
"Sabrina. SABRINA! Are you with Gabriel Pérez?"
"Bitch I'm GAY," Gabe shouted out as he threw he head back in laughter.
"SABRINA. What are your next plans for your business?"
"Make newer designs, and expand the company," I said only looking over to glance at the reporter.
"What's it like being a female in charge of a company?"
"Powerful,"I snapped back taking off my sunglasses to stare at the reporter who was stupid enough to asked such a question.
"Are you sure you are going to be able to run this company without falling under pressure,"asked the reporter who asked the previous question.
This got my attention and I stopped in my tracks, steam blowing out of my ears only for me to turn around and walk face to face with the reporter,"listen here you, just because I am a women and head of the company doesn't mean that I can't run a company. I run it and I run it well, and unlike most companies that are run by men, mine isn't in crippling debt or going bankrupt! I'm am a boss ass bitch you shit reporter, and don't you forget it!"
With this I turned back around and linked arms with Gabe who flipped the paparazzi simultaneously and walked back to the hotel.
