Matt frowned a little at the very blunt reply Trixie had given him, though what else could she say. He knew himself that his first reaction had been unfair, yet he was still going to get irritated by it- unless he actually tried to enjoy himself, and then maybe there would be a good result. He sighed a little, picking his head up from the wall he had been resting it against a directing a slight nod in her direction. "Yeah." He said bluntly, his tone flat. He winced a little and did his best to pick his voice up the next time he spoke, not exactly wanting to make things worse than he felt they already were. "Lead the way." was all he could get out his mouth, but he did sound slightly cheerier. He offered a small smile and stood up, reaching his hand out to help her up.

Trixie watched him in relative silence as he lifted his head and spoke, her shoulders slumping ever so slightly at his tone. She nodded quietly at his second comment, offering him a weak smile and taking his hand to stand. She kept a gentle hold of it as she walked to where the shoot was actually taking place- so far, cameras and other such staging were being set up, so no one was actually modeling yet. There were both female and male models scattered around the site at the edges- most of the women in dresses about as revealing as Trixie's- while the men were simply shirtless and in some sort of plain dress pants, or wearing a shirt that was completely unbuttoned. One, wearing a shirt, waved to her when he saw her walk in and offered a grin from across the room. Trixie gave a slight smile and a nod in reply, keeping a hold of Matt's hand and leaning quietly against a wall with him.

Matt had just about regained his sense and composure as they made their way into the hall, though as soon as his eyes caught on to the multiple male modles wearing either no shirt or stupid looking unbuttoned shirts, that composure dropped a little, and he decided it would be best to stare down at the floor. As they carried on walking, he was forced to look up purely for the fact he would rather not walk straight into anyone, then catching onto a guy smiling and waving clearly at Trixie. He bit his lip, taking his hand out of hers and fiddling with his fingers. "I might just go and sit down somewhere, let you get yourself ready for whatever you're meant to be doing." He mumbled, a slightly nauseous feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach. He could only hope she would see how hard he was at least trying, not to cause some sort of scene. To him, jealousy on that level was not something to take lightly, in fact it made everything worse.

Trixie blinking in surprise when Matt slid his hand away, frowning and clasping her hands in front of her with a somewhat dissapointed look. "If... if that's what you want to do, then. I love you." She said quietly, not going in for a kiss like She normally would. She simply stayed settled against the wall, a slightly dejected look on her face. It worsened when Damien, the model who had waved at her previously, made his way over with an easygoing grin. D "Hey, Trix. Who's this?" He asked lightly, leaning against the wall facing her and offering her a smile before he looked at Matt.

Matt uttered a small "i love you too" before turning round to go and sit down on one of the chairs against a wall, he assumed was meant for spectators. However, he swivelled straight back around at the sound of a males voice,a and as his gaze caught on who it was, his face dropped. The guy from the beach. As if that wasnt enough, the casual nickname for Trixie that he protested made him feel incredibly ill, and slightly angry. He shot a rather venemous glare in his direction, gridning his teeth silently as he did so. He didnt speak to the guy, instead turned himself away from Damien, and towards Trixie. "I doubt im staying for long. Have fun with your friend, "Trix."" He muttered, heading off and sitting down at the chair he was heading too before. In his mind, his reaction was valid. He was just about getting to terms with the fact it was her job, the nickname calling was just too much. In fact, it was incredibly stupid.

Trixie glanced quietly up at Damien for the question. He came off as an overly flirty person- but he had never made a pass at her doing a shoot, and he was as respectful as he could be. It was just his personality. "This is Matt, my-" She stopped speaking when Matt began, blinking at him in surprise for the sudden derogatory remark. She frowned, watching him walk off and forcing her lip not to quiver as she finished her sentence. "Boyfriend." She ended quietly, pressing herself up off the wall and offering Damien a small look. "Excuse me." She said quietly, walking past and to the nearest bathroom.

Matt sat himself down on the chair after he had made his way there, putting his head in his hands. He hated himself for the major jealousy that he felt that seemed to be a lot more of a problem for him than most others, but there was nothing he could do. To him, it was justified. Whether someone else had a flirty personality with respect, or whether they just didnt care about the other person being in a relationship, it was disgusting either way. Could you not just..stay away? Matt contemplated the thoughts as they ran through his mind, though he felt half anger and half guilt. After all, he quite literally had flirted with another girl, and to make it worse, slept with her that same night.

Trixie simply settled her hands on the counter of the bathroom once she made it in, staring at her reflection and fighting tears quietly. She felt like everything she was doing or had done that day was wrong- and she didn't know how to fix it, or make it better. She had already told herself she wasn't going to give up modeling- it was something she loved doing, when she wasn't being judged or spited because of it. But that seemed to be happening more and more often- either way, she calmed herself down, shot a fake smile at the mirror, and walked back out to the shoot. She walked past Damien without looking at him and went straight to Matt's side, settling in the chair beside him without a word. Damien seemed confused, as they had always been on good terms- then turned and walked to a group of models to talk with. She went about adjusting her dress again quietly, watching as pairs began to get called up to start off the shoot.

By the time Trixie had sat next to Matt, he felt only the tiniest bit better. At first he didnt say anything, just kept fiddling with his hands and staring at the floor, or occasionally up at the other models, but as they started shuffling around and getting ready his gaze was brought up, and he figured he might aswell say something, before she was carted away towards the others. Of course, what he say was nothing interesting. Or helpful. "I think i'll go and sit in the car soon." he mumbled, looking at Trixie briefly. "I dont trust him, to put it nicely he looks like a prick." he added, his voice venemous. There was no point him trying to talk it out, sometimes he felt like she just didnt listen. Plus, he didnt want to.

Trixie simply watched the models, waiting to be called up with the same miserable expression as before. Nothing he said helped- if anything it made it worse. Far worse. She brought gaze up to him slowly, in a tired way. "Okay. I... I'm sorry you think that. I understand. But I also don't have a choice on working with him if I want to keep my job, which I love." She said quietly, glancing up as her name got called. She sighed softly and stood, the nerves for her first professional shoot replaced by resentment, now that any enjoyment had been sucked out of the event for her. She made her way to the front of the camera, as did Damien, and let the techs pose her in silence.