[sorry i didn't update much for this group. anyone wanna collab??]
"Where are you going?"
I turned to face my Mom while my hand was on the door knob.
"Somewhere," I said.
She looked pretty annoyed. "And where did you get those shoes?" she asked, looking down.
I shrugged. I bought it the other day when I went to the city, thinking I need something different aside from my usual flats.
"Uhm, it's Mrs. Kennedy."
She raised her eyebrow.
"Well, she is in her early 30's."
"You got a point but that doesn't seem like her taste."
"Maybe she has a wild side," I said winking and opened the door.
"You still haven't tell me where you're going."
I rolled my eyes before turning to face her.
"I don't know. Walking around."
She scoffed. "In those shoes?"
"Okay, fine, drive around. It's a beautiful day."
She looked passed me and nodded. "It is. It's too bad your Dad's at work. If not we could go out and have a family picnic."
I just looked at her. I don't think I wanted to even though the last family picnic was like 5 years ago and Dad got stung by a bee.
I waved goodbye at her and got into my car. I quickly turned on the ignition and drove out of the porch.
Suddenly, a card dropped off the dashboard. I picked it up to find that it was the contact card from James Cunningham. I wanted to give him a call the other but chicken out. Should I call him this time?
I shoved the card into my bag and drove down the hill. I managed a few times already without his help so maybe I'll be alright.
As soon as the city came into view, a smile tugged up at the corner of my lips. But I knew I only have a short time for this trip and I wouldn't want to risk getting caught.
I parked my car outside a coffee shop and got out, tripping a little at the pavement. I opened the door and the smell of baked goods and coffee came stuffing into my nose. I had to say, they were better looking than my Mom's but I won't confirm anything further until I have tasted them.
"What would you like to order?" the barista asked, giving me a smile. He was good looking and had the most amazing blue eyes I have ever seen. Or maybe the only blue eye I have actually seen in my life. I had Mom's brown eyes while Dad and Mr. Bummer's were hazel and Mrs. Kennedy's was a dark shade of green.
"Uhm," I started, looking at the variety of food. "I'll have a blueberry muffin and a lemon tart."
"And a cappucino," I added and paid for my order.
"Please have a seat, your order will arrive shortly."
I took a look at his name tag.
He gave me a charming smile and I quickly turned around and look for a seat, blushing away. I grabbed a magazine along the way.
I was flipping through the magazine, seeing many beautiful tall skinny girls posing in gorgeous clothing. They made me look so fat.
"Hi there," a guy said, taking a chair opposite me and sat down.
I jumped a little in my seat. "I don't know you."
"Same goes for me to you."
"Then why are you sitting at my table?"
He grinned and reached into his jacket pocket and took a card out. Not again.
"You're a beautiful young lady and we don't get much people with your look here," he said.
He held his card out towards me just as Nate brought my order over. He pulled his hand back.
"Blueberry muffin, lemon tart and cappucino," he said and glared at the guy. "Anything you would like to order."
"No thanks," the guy replied.
Nate walked off slowly.
"I'm sorry. My name is Orlando and I worked in a model agency."
A what agency? I think I heard model.
"And what do you want from me?"
He placed the card on the table and pushed it towards me. "I want to sign you to be a model. If you're interested. You have all the requirement."
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. "What's a model?"
He laughed a little. "What a humour. Are you telling me you don't want to grace covers of Vogue or Harper's Bazaar like all these gorgeous bombshells?"
He pointed towards the magazine I was reading. So that's a model. I could imagine myself wearing all those pretty clothes but that also means I'll be spending more time here, which I like it, but it also means I cannot not get caught by my parents. It will be a risky business.
I pushed the card back to him. "I'm sorry but I'm not interested. Now will you excuse me."
I stood up, grabbing my bag and walked away, looking for the washroom.
Just then, he grabbed my hand. "You can't say no!"
"And who said so?!"
I struggled to set my arm free. His pull was too strong.
"Let go, please!"
His grip got harder and his face expression harden.
"It hurts! Let go!"
"She said let go!"
All of the sudden, Orlando was not on the chair but on the floor instead, with his hand on his left eye. Nate was beside.
"You have no idea who you're messing with bastard."
Orlando's eyes widen. I looked behind me to see a few more guys. I wondered where they came from.
Orlando quickly got up to his feet. "You guys are lucky this time, but not the next time!!" And he ran out.
"Thank you," I said once Orlando was out of sight.
"No problem," Nate replied with that charming smile again, making me blush.
"Hey, Nate! We got to go, see you later!" One of the 3 guys said.
"Yeah, it's gonna be crazy!" A shorted one shouted.
Nate laughed. "Hell yeah dude, see ya!"
They walked out and one of them gave me a nod. I just stared at them.
"Don't believe in these people."
"Like that guy. They plan all these bullsh.t to lure girls like you into a trap," he said as I sat back down.
I shrugged. "Well he sounded sincere at first."
"That's the whole point. They make it look genuine so that you'll believe their crap."
"Anyways, thank you. Really."
He sat down beside me as I stiffened. "It's nothing."
"Aren't you..suppose to be working?"
I wanted him to sit here after what just happened but part of me was embarrassed about it.
He motioned his hand around the coffee shop. "It's reaching rush hour and it's the evening soon so not much people comes here."
"Are you closing the shop soon?" I asked and took a sip of my coffee.
"Not yet, until you finish."
I blushed again. I was holding him back from closing the shop.
I nibbled my muffin. "What are you and your friends doing later?"
He smirked. "There's this poker game going on."
I felt stupid. What the hell was a poker game?
"You wanna come?"
I looked at him blankly. "I don't know..."
I have to be back by dinner time but it won't be for 3 hours so I think it's okay.
"It's alright if you don't want to."
He quirked an eyebrow. "You're coming then?"
I smiled. "Yes, I am. And I'm Serena."