3rd person pov
"O.M.G (y/n)! I had no idea that's what you went through this afternoon! Wow! That is just terrible..." Jordan looked at you, "Not! You should be used to these things. You are a model.." he rolled his eyes while stabbing the ice in his coffee.
You scoffed and stopped your car right in front of your apartment. Both got out and you handed your keys to the door man. He got inside of the car and drove it into the garage,while that was going on you and Jordan walked inside, smiling at the other doorman who held the doors open for you.
"You have a photo shoot on next Monday." Jordan chirped the second you walked in. You set your bags down on your kitchen counter and dropped down on your couch, crossing your legs.
"Okay...why such an early notice?" You questioned while looking at your phone. You kept scrolling through instagram and played with a strand of your hair. After not hearing his response you looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Jordan sucked in a breath and stared at you. "Because it's in Cali..." You choked on your spit.
"California?!" You screeched. Jordan put his hands in front of his face to protect himself from your fists. Slowly he put them down after a few seconds when he didn't feel you hurting him. "Ugh, I hate the people there." You rolled your eyes.
"Sorry (y/n)..." He opened your fridge and took out a can of La Croix. "You're just gonna have to suck it up if you wanna make it big."
You glared at him from the side and spread out on your couch. "Ughhh Fine." You got up and went to your room,finding a suitcase to bring.
"We're probably gonna be there for a week!" He chirped from the kitchen. You rolled your eyes and grabbed a medium sized gray suitcase. You shoved random nice outfits from your closet along with some shoes. You grabbed a few purses and sweaters cramming them in there as well. Knocking over a few things you grabbed a small cosmetic bag and put your arm on the vanity, sliding most makeup items into your bag.
"Max Models called! I took care of the problem, but they don't want to see you post things like that on your story." Jordan spoke while walking into your room.
"This is so frustrating." You whispered. "I feel like a puppet under their control."
"Alright, listen bloke. Don't worry you'll be right. Just think about all the possibilities you'll have if you keep up the good work."
"Whatever." You went back to your living room sighing in defeat.
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Instead of the gloomy and annoyed reaction a certain (h/c) haired girl was having, Zac on the other hand, was enjoying every second of the short lived scandal. It wasn't unexpected though, judging from his easy going and chill personality.
"I'm telling you it was crazy! I literally had this model sitting on my lap! Yes! We were running from fans!" Zac laughed as he spoke to his friend on the other side of the phone.
"So have you spoken to her since?" His friend asked.
"Well uh, no, no I haven't....she um, how do I put this?" Zac touched the bottom of his chin, deep in thought. "She like completely despises me, I have no idea why." He tone slowly got more depressing.
"Well I'll talk to you later, also you have to come back soon for the casting of the movie you're auditioning for." His friend told him.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll uh talk to you later...bye." Zac hung up the phone and sat down on his couch.
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hatemate {zac efron x reader}
Humor"Zac Efron? Never heard of him. " "Lucky for you,you have a date with him tonight-in his room. Oh,and clothes are optional."
