"𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳."
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇...
Joost Klein falls for the unreachable woman who happens to be in a light-hearted affair wit...
"What accusations? Joost, please don't speak in riddles."
The room fell silent, the previous euphoric mood had disappeared into thin air.
"The press woman from before who wanted to talk to me so badly, she accused me of assaulting her and breaking her camera in the process", he sighed.
Apson crossed his arms over his chest: "That bitch! I knew she was the moment she touched Evie."
"What?", Nadia gasped,"She touched you? That is blatant violence."
Maeve shrugged off her friends' comments, they were right but this wasn't about her. They needed to focus on Joost and what they could do to help him.
"Joost, you didn't do anything", Evie furrowed her eyebrows,"They can't simply disqualify you without evidence."
"Except they can, they're the head department."
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The friend group tried to enjoy the after-show party. It was mandatory for the representatives to attend alongside their crew, despite their current situation. The press couldn't be informed as long as there weren't any definite decisions.
Joost stood at their table in a corner, not making the slightest effort to have a good time. He was an overthinker, there was no chance he could appreciate his time at the party. Instead, he kept an eye on the only girl who still occupied his mind with all of the incident's details.
His gaze swept over her silhouette repeatedly. Her outfit hugged her body and barely left anything to the imagination. She looked beautiful, far beyond even. Yet there was something very wrong about the sight.
It wasn't the way she stood leaning against the hotel bar's column, or the way her hair laid in facile waves over her shoulders. The Dutch man tensed. It was the man in front of her, daringly close. He oozed over her as they spoke. Joost was disgusted.
Why would the Croatian contestant do such things with his Maeve?
Marko had approached him with sympathy and support. After all of these events, he threw himself onto the one girl that was supposed to sleep in Joost's arms every night.
The blonde watched from a distance, analysing every little move he made. As he took the last sip of his Bacardi Cola, Teun manoeuvred back to the table.
