The Perfect Girl || 5SoS

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A sigh leaves my lips as I stare at him, not bothering to watch the movie. How could I possibly give a shit about which faction Beatrice gets into with the paparazi waiting to basically jump me as soon as I walk out that door with him. He seems like this is completely natural for him, and I suppose it might be. But for me, this is the strangest thing anyone could ever pay me to do. I wouldn't even mind it if he wasn't such a cocky bastard. I mean, he hardly wanted to remember my name, when he texted me saying we had a date this morning, he called me 'Sexy girl of the week'. Like, really?

"Would you stop staring at me? I'm trying to watch the movie." He turns to look at me with a small smirk lining his lips. My eyes give off a cold glare and he rolls his eyes. "You could at least pretend to enjoy my company."

"Ooh trust me, I am pretending." He rolls his eyes again and wraps an arm around me, and I'm  about to object before I hear the flash of a camera. Biting my lip hard, I grab him by the chin, forcing him to look at me. He smirks and raises an eyebrow as I bring my lips to his. My eyes flutter close as I hear the many clicks, smiling as he kisses me back gently.

His tongue glides across my lip and that's when I know to pull away before it gets taken too far. He chuckles and brings his lips to the crook of my neck and begins slowly licking a stripe up my neck, just under my ear. His hot breath fans my face as I let out a soft moan, tilting my head back in genuine pleasure.

"You could at least make it believable.." I scoff and gently push him away from me, letting his arm rest on my shoulder as I pay attention to Beatrice running with the Dauntless. You could at least make it believable.. The words run through my mind as I try and listen to what the actress on screen is saying. That should be me on that screen, not her. I auditioned for the part and got the call back, but all because she was going to be in the stupid Fault In Our Stars with Ansel Elgort, he recommended her for the part. Even if I was the better actress.

As she talks on screen I mumble the lines along with her. Putting more emotion into than she did, the amount of emotion the director wanted. I can feel his eyes on the side of my head as I run my hand through my hair, biting my lip hard as I keep saying her lines before she does. You'd swear I was reading directly from the script.

"Have you seen this before?" My eye flicker up to his as he looks genuinely interested. I shake my head and pull my lip between my teeth. "Then how do you know all the lines?"

"Because I was supposed to get the role before she was.." His eyes widen as he looks between me and the screen, laughing lightly as he rolls his eyes. "What?" He continues to laugh and I'm glad the theater is empty because I'm getting ready to explode.

"I can hardly believe you were supposed to play this role. Maybe the role of being my girlfriend, but even that is questionable." My hand flies through the air, smacking him hard on the cheek, a crack sounding in the empty theater. "What the hell?!" My feet carry my down the steps, ignoring the flashes of the camera as I walk out of the room. I hear him running after me but I don't turn around, I just walk out to his car, gritting my teeth because my purse is in there.

I knew I should have drove separate.. He's fuming as he walks up to me, face completely red where I smacked him. I almost want to smile at the hand print, but that will only upset him more. He looks at me with a stern face, obviously not used to being publically humilated. But if he's going to be dating me he better get used to it.

"What the hell is your problem?!" he growls, pushing me against the car and trapping me between his arms. "Why did you slap me?" He calms his voice as he realizes it's getting him nowhere by yelling at me.

"I don't have to explain myself to you, now open the car and let me get my purse. I'm going home." He scoffs and raises an eyebrow at me, smirking slightly.

"Ooh yeah? And how exactly are you going to do that? I drove us."

"I'm walking."

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WHY ARE THERE PHOTOS OF YOU SMACKING LUKE ACROSS THE FACE?! Anna's text is rather annoying, more annoying than Luke. Luke for god's sake.

Because I smacked him across the face? I can practically hear the gritting of her overly white teeth, the scoff of annoyance as she reads my text.

I gathered that. But why did you do it?

Because he insulted me. He said I wasn't a good actress, so I smacked him. He's going to learn he can't be a dick to everyone.

I knew there was a reason I hried you. But next time, not in front of cameras. A giggle escapes my lips as I read the text, not bothering to reply as I pull the clothes off my body. The warm rain drizzles down my back, hands rubbing up and down as I tilt my head back, letting my hair soak. I smile as Sugarcult blasts through my phone, singing along with the lyrics.

Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything, pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about. And that's what you get for falling again, you can never let him out of your head, and thats what you get for falling again you can never get him out of your head!

IT'S THE WAY, THAT HE MAKES YOU FEEL. IT'S THE WAY, THAT HE MAKES YOUR CRY. IT'S THE WAY, THAT HE MAKES YOU FALL IN LOVE..

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