Wrong Number | Jack Avery ✓ ; jra

IV

IT WAS the second day of the music video shoot. People were all over the place, the model was not around yet.

The Why Don't We boys were already there. They have been for the past hour.

But no sign of Moët.

"There's something weird about that girl.." Daniel trailed off, leaning on the couch provided for them.

Zach fidgeted, "Aside from the fact that she's drop dead gorgeous, there's none."

Daniel narrowed his eyes at this, "Well of course you'd say that. You fainted at her very presence."

Jonah rolled his eyes, "What a fanboy."

"Like you were not fanboys before. Remember Iris?"

The two boys fidgeted, Jonah more than Daniel.

Jack kept quiet.

"Let's not talk about my girlfriend like that."

Suddenly, the doors of the set screeched open. Only one girl did that.

"Champagne." Zach murmured under his breath.

"Did you say something, Zach?" Corbyn asked, looking at him.

Zach shook his head no.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I had encountered minor problems involving my phone." She looked at Jack for a millisecond.

"Its okay, Miss Trivianni."

She had changed into the clothes for the video and got out all prepped.

"Take One!"