Life with Server Boy

Chapter 1

Snap! Snap! The camera clicks and spins around me. I'm posing and just standing here looking pretty. Wondering why? Well, I'm sure you'll know after I tell you my name, Jasmine Banks. I'm Ms. America, prettiest girl in the U.S., and I look great in bikinis.

Standing here on the beach, in a bikini, looking pretty is pretty much my dream job, and I've got it. My wavy dirty-blonde hair goes 6in past my shoulders and gets red highlights in the sun. My sun-tanned, tall self is from California, and my fingernails and toenails are painted a glossy, light pink. My green eyes are bright and lively. And my french, halter bikini is full of blue and pink swirls. All these features equal BEAUTY QUEEN.

I have always dreamed of being a supermodel, since I was five. I performed at millions of pageants, and I was always in the top 10. I also enjoy swimming, reading, and lounging on the beach. I don't have much free time because every single thing I do, that's not in my penthouse or work, is filled with the paparazzi. To get into my work, you need to have a special pass, that none of the paparazzi have

"OK, Jasmine, take a five minute break I'll be back," my photographer, Jeff, announces.

I call over my personal assistant. "Get me some water please. And can you make sure it's pure, I can't have unnecessary junk in this," I guester toward my body. He luaghs.

"I'll be right on it Ms. Banks," my assistant answers formally my before he runs off to get my water.

I'm perfect sure, but am I absolutely positively perfect, no. I still need one thing to make me and my life absolutely positively, perfect. And that's a boyfriend of course. He has to be rich, hunky, and sweet. If not, I won't date him...

My assistants voice snaps be back to reality, "Here's your water, I made sure it was pure."

I smile while he hands me my water. My assistant's nice looking enough. Dark brown hair that sits on his forehead, suntanned body, and deep, blue eyes.

My photographer strolls back over, and I start posing again. Click! Click! Click! Is all I hear until about six o'clock. I have my driver take me home in my Limo. It takes about 15 minutes alone to get to my Limo with the paparazzi flooding the streets.

My personal assistant sits quietly in the back, and I get lost in thought...

I haven't seen Ashley, my BFF, since yesterday, and I need to catch up with her. Ashley is super tall with a curly, black bob. She isn't as tan as me, but she isn't a ghost either. She has hazel eyes that sparkle in the sun.

"Um um," I say trying to remeber his name.

"Asher," he reminds me.

"Right, sorry, I'm horrible with names. Can you call Ashley and invite her over for dinner," I ask my personal assistant.

"Sure thing," he answers.

He calls Ashley, invites her over to dinner, and hangs up. "She'll be there in 15 minutes."

"Thank you," I say.

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