Running in circles(Post Malone Story)COMPLETED

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"Absolutely not," I told Adam, crossing my arms across my chest in protest at the idea of working for Austin.
He narrowed his eyes at me as his mouth went slack from shock, "Regan, what's wrong with you? This is an amazing opportunity for you and me-"

I held my hand up and shook my head, "No, we're not doing it."

He let out an annoyed scoff, "And why the hell not?"

I let out a defeated sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on.
"I used to go to high school with him," I blurted out, deciding to spare him the details of our history together, "He's not someone I want to be around."

Adam opened his mouth to speak but shut it quickly as he looked at me with bewildered eyes.
"So this whole time you've been Post Malone's friend and haven't bothered to mention it? Why didn't you say anything sooner, we could have had this deal in the bag ages ago!" He asked in shock.

I sighed, "I haven't spoken to him in three years, he's not someone I consider a friend anymore," I leaned back in my chair, still with my arms crossed, "We're not doing it."

Adam shook his head and threw his hands up, "Well it's a little late for that missy, we've got a meeting to go to in thirty minutes where we sign our contracts. The car should be here any minute."

He looked at me with a smug smile and all I could do was groan in protest, "No, I'm not doing it. This one's just on you Adam," I whined, shaking my head. I stood up from my spot and grabbed my camera bag off the table, eager to continue with my day and get the thought of Austin out of my head.

Adam grabbed my bag out of my hands and held it tight to his chest as if holding it hostage from me, "The contract is for the both of us. If you don't come, I lose it and I can't afford to lose another gig," he pleaded.

I put my hands on my hips, "You can't blame me for this, you're the one that
signed a contract without me knowing. There will be plenty of other contracts with plenty of other people-better people."

Adam sighed and hung his head briefly before stepping over to me, setting the bag down on the table. He held me by the shoulders, his eyes pleading with me to reconsider, "Please Regan," he begged softly.

I narrowed my eyes at him, annoyed that his puppy dog eyes worked so well. Every scenario I ran through my head only ended in disaster but it wasn't just me in this. I couldn't hold Adam back from furthering his career just because of a three-year grudge I refused to let go of. I dropped my hands to my side in defeat and nodded reluctantly, "Fine," I uttered.

A wide grin soon found it's way to his lips and he quickly pulled me in for a tight embrace, "That's the spirit!" He beamed.

He pulled away and handed my camera bag back. The hopeful glint in his eyes was ever present as he grinned at me, "Come on, we've got a meeting to get to."

Adam eagerly rushed out the door to meet the awaiting car, leaving me standing there to collect my thoughts. I slung my camera bag back over my shoulder and let out a quiet groan as my feet reluctantly took off after Adam. I told myself that no matter what Austin said to me, if he said anything at all, I wasn't here to rekindle our friendship. That ship sailed away the day he left me
without saying goodbye; unless you count the pathetic excuse of a letter as a 'goodbye'.

I muttered a quiet farewell to Logan who promised to lock up the studio and joined Adam in the awaiting car.
I slid in beside him, closed my door and threw my seat belt on. I glanced over at Adam who was beside himself with glee and I couldn't help but
chuckle as the driver took off towards our destination.

"So what's he like?" Adam asked me, hoping to get some insider information about Austin.

"What's who like?" I teased.