Catfish: The Story of Us

Chapter 1:The Sponsorship

POV:Nev

I want to kill him.

I mean it, too. I want him dead.

Max, I mean.

We've just filmed for 6 hours, which included a heated break-up between two online chatters, a plane ride, and a deep-dive into a catfisher's identify. Max hasn't bothered to say a word to me about our possible Adidas sponsorship until now.

"Say that again."

"Adidas offered us a sponsorship." Max looks into my eyes. I can tell he senses my disbelieve from the way his eyes widen when I open my mouth, close it, open it again, and close it once more.

"When were you planning on telling me this. This seems like the sort of thing partners tell each other." I try not to yell even though my anger is rising. How dare he keep this from me?

"I don't know, Nev. I knew you'd freak out."

Damn right I'm freaking out, money has been tight on the show recently and I really don't want to let any of the crew go.

"How much," I demand.

"Forty thousand dollars." He looks visibly pained as he says those words.

Like I give a shit.

"FORTY THOUSAND DOLLARS?" I would feel bad for yelling, but I'm so beyond pissed right now I'm not sure I care.

"That's not it."

"Go on," I edge him.

"The sponsorship is only for one person. It's a collab to personally design one of their shoes. They'll put one of our names on it, and put "Catfish" on the box, and boom. 40k."

One person. One person. Max was in the mindset that the one person was gonna be him. He was gonna keep this from me. Why the fuck did I ever become this guy's colleague? It was obvious he only cared for himself.

"Did you tell them you would do it already?"

Max looks startled I even asked. "Why would I say something without talking to you first?"

"Well, then how do we decide who gets the money?"

"Thumb war?"

"Actually, Max, that gives me an idea."