million dollar high | joshler

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the blinding white light flashed on the white background where i was going to be standing.

"alright, ty, you know what to do." the photographer said, gesturing for me to walk up and pose.

and i did know what to do because i've done this enough times.

i fixed the collar of the navy sheer button up i was wearing and walked into the spotlight, posing professionally.

i placed my hands in my black jeans and lifted my chin a bit then moved on to arching my arm against my side. the last pose was with me looking away from the camera.

"take five and get changed."

i walked into my dressing room and changed into the next outfit laid out for me: a tight blue shirt and beige trench coat with white jeans.

i got out and waited out the rest of my small break. unfortunately for me, the worst person i knew was waiting outside the room.

"dun, what a pleasant surprise." i fake smiled, closing the door behind me.

"come on, you know you fucking love seeing me." he fake smiled back.

josh was such a shitty person. he was rude and dismissive and thought he was better than everyone. i hated him, and he hated me because everyone else likes him, even though he's shitty.

"never. what the fuck are you even doing here?"

"i'm having a photoshoot in the next room. thought i'd come over here to bother you."

"oh, fuck off."

"was that a come on? you flirting with me, joseph?"

"in your fucking dreams."

he smirked slightly. "i'd never dream about you: you're too repulsive."

"i'm not a mirror." i said and the photographers called me over. "bye, asshole."

"bye, bitch," he laughed and walked into the next room, and i got ready to take some more photos.