"Right. Bye then." Matt mumbled with a huff of annoyance before heading into the changing rooms to change. He was rather quick, and so he stood outside by the doors to the hall talking to Bolton whilst he waited for the others. In the changing rooms, Ava had been making herself take as long as possible- whilst talking to Trixie. "So how did you like the shoot?" she asked, her tone slight mock politeness as she slid the dress on. "Matt seems quite good at it, very..easy to work with. Are you guys friends or..?" she asked, tilting her head.

Bolton was rather easy to talk with- a generally light hearted disposition fitting of some sort of frat boy. He brought up Trixie a time or two in conversation, mainly complimenting her. But he wasn't stupid enough to ask if they were dating.

Trixie was pulling on the simple black heels paired with her dress when Ava spoke. She could practically smell the mockery. "It was fine." She said flatly, in no mood to converse with that particular woman. She was about to walk out of the dressing room when Ava spoke again, and it took most of her willpower not to turn around and chuck her stiletto at the blonde. She spoke without turning. "We're dating. Anything else?" Trixie asked, mirroring the previous mock politeness in her tone as she glared at the door.

Ava raised her eyebrows at Trixies answer, titling her head. "That's funny cuz you seem to warm up to Bolton rather well. Still, if you can do that i'm sure I can spend a little more time with Matt- after all, it's not like i'm interested in him" She said sweetly, sliding her shoes on before heading past Trixie. Matt watched as the blonde girl walked past, leaning his head against the wall for a couple seconds, taking a deep breath. He didn't know if the two would get on, but he definitely wasn't ready for arguments. He looked at Trixie, gave her a weak smile and made his way through the doors to the hall, standing by the steps to the stage to wait for Diana. The woman wandered over and clapped her hands somewhat excitedly, looking at the four. "I think we need to start with the first two pair we had. So, Ava and Bolton and Matt and Trixie" she said, pointing them out.

Trixie looked almost murderous by the time Ava started to walk out. "I'd prefer you stay away from my boyfriend, thanks. By that, I mean you better hope you stay away from him or this isn't going to end well. 'Interested' or not." Trixie hissed, her restraint snapping. Suddenly, she couldn't care less about being a model- all she wanted to do was leave. She walked out after, sticking herself to Matt's side immiediately and grabbing his hand without a word. Her grip was tight. "You look nice." She said quietly, looking more weary than anything else at that point.

"I don't think so" Ava whispered as she finally made her way to the steps, heading to the camera guy to speak about something unnecessary or another. Matt looked down at Trixie, frowning at the tight grip on his hand that had appeared in all of five seconds. "Uh..thanks? You too" he said bluntly, keeping hold of her hand as Diana spoke. Ava and Bolton were the two ushered into stage first, so Natt had time to actually speak to Trixie. "Are you mad at me or something? You seem off" he said quietly, turning his body to face and look at her instead.

Trixie frowned but said nothing in response to Ava, simply letting her walk off. She blinked as he turned to face her, his words pulling her from a particularly violent line of though that involved Ava and a car. She faced him in turn, shaking her head softly as she looked up at him. She thought for a moment. She could tell him about Ava- it upset her, and healthy relationships shared what upset them. Right? "Ava wants you. And she's a bitch. And she's pretty." She said bluntly, taking a small step forward and laying her head gently against his chest. "And I don't like that." She muttered, giving a slightly frustrated sigh.

Matt gave a shallow sigh at Trixies words, followed by a faint smile. "And you have nothing to worry about. I promise." He said, wrapping his arms around her gently as he spoke, his words coming out through a long exhale. He looked up at the two on stage, leaning back against the wall. "Anyway she'll stop soon, just don't go yelling at her or whatever it won't help situations" he added with a small smile, his words only coming off half jokingly.

"Pinky promise?" Trixie asked, somewhat jokingly as he wrapped his arms around her. She settled gently against him, settling her hands absentmindedly on his jeans, her fingers worrying at the belt loops as she thought. She gave a playful scoff, looking up at him again and tilting her head. "Have we met? You're asking me to not get pissed at a gorgeous woman who's interested in you. Does that seem like something I'm inclined to do?" She joked, pressing a light kiss to his lips.

"Yes, 'pinky promise'" Matt said jokingly, the smile spread across his lips slowly. "You could at least try and wait until we're out of here, take my car and run her over. Just don't start something in front of everyone else" he spoke quietly, pressing the kiss back into her lips as passionately as the full room would let them- which admittedly wasn't much. He pulled away and kept his hand resting on Trixies waist, listening to their names get called. He gestured for her to head onto the stage, standing in front of the white backdrop.The instructions were basically do the same thing as earlier, just in difffetent outfits so it was easy enough. As he stood there with his arm around Trixies waist, he had to keep himself from frowning at the intensely staring eyes of Bolton on Trixie, and Ava on him. To let himself seem polite he flashed a smile at her and focused back towards the camera.

"Good." Trixie said, offering him one of her first real smiles of the day. "Mm, that's a good idea. It must be true love if you'll let me use your car to ram it into someone." She joked softly, leaning into the kiss eagerly and settling her head back on his chest after he pulled away. "But I'll refrain for you." She added quietly, slipping her hands away from his jeans as they got called and making her way up to the stage lightly. She felt signifigantly better than she had before. She went through it easily, but she couldn't quite shake the feeling of being watched. She knew she hated Ava already- her staring at Matt didn't help the spite whatsoever. But the fact that his arm was around her this time made it far easier to deal with.