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"god that boy is talented chris, you will be pleased to meet him,"

i hear phil say, a content sigh following his words and i bite my lip once again, walking closer to the door so i can hear.

he can't be talking about me, can he?

"no i just had him play one of his originals that he wrote, it was amazing," i could hear the pride drip off of phil's tone.

"i mean yeah, he will need vocal training and all, and i will have to play around with other instruments for better music, but he only needs polishing, i don't know why roslyn sent him to me,"

my cheeks are heating yet again, and i am so glad that the door is shut because i am probably just looking like a raw tomato right now. i press my cold hands to my face in an attempt to cool myself down but it isn't working, and i know that i'm suddenly smiling like an idiot but i can't help it.

i'm kind of a slut for compliments.

i stand around for a few more minutes, smiling to myself and playing with my hair like a twelve year old girl, and when i hear the call end i quickly rush to squeeze my face between my palms, attempting to lose the smile and some of the redness as well.

it doesn't work, because before i can walk back slightly to make it seem like i wasn't eavesdropping, phil swings open the door, and with just one look at his face, my cheeks are heating again.

"i-i was just coming to f-find," my voice seems to be having a breakdown, and i flush even more when phil laughs slightly, reaching forward to grab my arm and pull me inside the office, shutting the door after we were inside.

he doesn't say anything, he just motions dismissively for me to take a seat on the beanbag or chair, and i just nod and do as he says while he presses his phone to his ear once again.

what was i expecting? for him to shower me in compliments because of this one stupid song? he hasn't even said anything good about it to me, even though he seemed to appreciate it a lot on the previous phone call.

"rebecca, hi, can you come to the studio tomorrow? i have someone that you need to train a bit," phil looks over to me and i just blush, looking down at my lap.

why the hell do i blush so much when i'm around him? he's just really intimidating.

"yeah no problem," the phone call doesn't seem to go on for long, only a few minutes before he drags a chair to where i'm sitting, and soon he is sitting while facing me.

"so about that song you played," phil begins and i look up at him nervously, chewing my lip yet again in anticipation even though i know he wasn't particularly disappointed with it. "it was okay, not as bad as i thought you were going to be," phil tells me ignorantly and i roll my eyes in my head. he is purposely an asshole to me.

"thanks," i scoff and he just purses his lips in amusement.

"you need training though," he tells me. i am really annoyed with him.

"i can tell,"

"what's up your ass?" he raises an eyebrow. what's up my ass? he is the one who acts like a dick just because he can.

"not you," i pipe, and immediately regret, looking up at phil only to find his cheeks slightly flushed.

"anyways," he continues, completely ignoring the situation. "tomorrow, nine am, practice, don't be late," he informs me and i just nod, not wanting to open my mouth incase anything else slips out.

"so i can go?" i ask him, once he gets up from the chair, walking towards the couch to grab a file.

"yeah? you wanted me to drop you till the gates?" he asks sarcastically and i just roll my eyes, moving towards the couch as well, to grab my bag.

"can you hand me my bag?" i ask him, and he just looks at me once before leaning forward and grabbing it, but dropping it on the floor just before i can grab it.

"oops, looks like you'll have to bend over and get it," he smiles innocently at me, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive way, and i just stare at him with my lips slightly parted, annoyed at his actions. what the hell is his problem?

"pick it up," i demand, folding my arms over my chest but he just looks amused.

"nah, i'll pass," he waves me off and i just grunt in frustration, staring at the bag for a few seconds before deciding to just leave it here, i can always get it back tomorrow anyways.

i will not bend over in front of him.

"you're just leaving it here?" he calls when i walk towards to door and i just shrug, grabbing the door handle and pulling it open.

"gosh you're so stubborn," he complains, and when i turn around to look at him he just rolls his eyes, picking my bag off the floor, and walking towards me with an annoyed expression.

"thanks," i just grin at him in victory as he shoves the bag in my hands, staring at me for a moment before leaning in and pressing his lips to my cheek, making my smile disappear almost immediately, replaced by red cheeks yet again.

"you're cute i can't help myself," he explains casually when i stare at him in disbelief. "see you tomorrow," he waves, a hint of smirk on his pink lips as he pushes me out, slamming the door shut after.

god, he's such an asshole.

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a cat has broke into my house & now is demanding food wtf do cats even eat