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Chapter 9 - Hating Interviews

   
Chapter 9 - Hating Interviews

   We arrived at the studio and headed to the dressing room. I really hope Helen doesn't bring me up on stage because I get a little too nervous sometimes.

We went inside the dressing room and I threw myself on the sofa.

"Careful you might ruin your dress" Blake said flatly and put his keys on the table.

"I can't wait till this ends" he looked at the clock and rubbed his forehead.

"How long is this interview?"

"Ten, thirty minutes. sometimes an hour" he guessed. "I hate it when they assume things though"

"Assume what?"

"Relationships. It's like I'm lying if I say I'm single." He rolled his eyes.

"Blake, you have to understand that most people think you're a hot player" I laughed but got cut off when he threw a pillow on my face.

"I'm a hot player?" He smirked.

Ego.

"I personally don't-"

"Why do you deny it?" Blake chuckled.

"Deny what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That you find me attractive" his dimple showed as he smirked.

"Go to hell Blake" I rolled my eyes.

"You're blushing!" He pointed happily.

Please tell me he's lying.

"I don't find you attractive at all, I find you... Alright"

"Pshh I never denied that you looked beautiful Gabi, come on you can admit it"

"Fine! You're extremely hot, like gosh I can't look at you for more than four seconds!" I blurted out. I covered my mouth in shock because I exclaimed it as if I was in love with him or something.

Shit. Rip me. Rip me. Rip me.

"Wow! All I wanted you to admit was hot, but you really can't look at me for more than just four seconds?" I want to slap that signature smirk off his face.

"Pshh! No" why do I suck at lying!

"Gabi"

"Hmm?"

"Look at me." I quickly turned to look at him and looked back on the pillow he threw on me earlier.

"Gabi I said look at me" Blake held my chin up. I was extremely shocked.

I looked down right away. I seriously couldn't look at his green eyes.

"Gabi!" He chuckled.

"Okay okay I'll try to look for more than four seconds"

"Try?" He laughed.

He stopped laughing and put on a serious face. We stared at each other, I really wanted to look down though. And I didn't realize I did.

"Gabi four seconds hasn't even passed by yet" he chuckled.

"Oh whatever" I rolled my eyes and threw a pillow at him that he caught, dammit.

"Anyways, they're going to just fix me up, be back after fml" he waved me goodbye and left.

Nooo.

I honestly wished I never came with him. They might probably bring me on stage if they found out that I was here.

*Blake's Point of View*