A Madison's Story

The Encounter

"Madison can I talk to you for a minute please? "

It's been weeks since he started following me, after class he's always waiting for me. Sneaking in gym class I'm really pissed with this guy, I know that I'm pretty but I don't like him at all. My name is being associated with him, Tyron the geek and I don't like that. I have to put an end on his fantasy.

"Will you stop following me around? How many times do I have to tell you that I will not like you ever? You're not my type at all. Just look at you, you're not like Steven. He's hot, captain ball of men's basketball. He's a prince charming compared to you Tyron you're a complete geek. You're smart I give you that but that's all. You're just smart."

Everyone in the hallway look at us. I forgot that it's already lunch. But I don't care. I'm totally pissed right now. I inhale and exhale before I look at his face. But honestly I couldn't care less. I'm the Queen Bee. The most beautiful woman in this god forsaken campus I maybe still in High School but even the guys in the College departments admire me. I cross my arms, if this Tyron guy still doesn't stop on following me he'll gonna regret it.

"Are you done talking to your inner self Miss Queen Bee? And  the so called most beautiful in this campus that even the guys in the College Departments likes you?"

This guy is pissing me off, is he for real?

"Is that sarcasm?" I told him while looking at him with intent to kill.

He laughs, this guy is really annoying the hell out of me.

"I'm sorry. I'm just stating the facts Madison. If you'll only let me talk to you then we wouldn't have a problem at all. And you'll not come up with that delusion that I like you. You may be pretty and all but you're not my type miss Queen Bee."

I can't believe this guy, and what's with that "you're not my type at all" and that smirk on his face after his long speech.

"Then why are you following me around like a dog?"

Right now, I really hate this guy.

"I told you if you only let me talk, but you assumed a thing that's why we ended up here."

"So what do you want with me?"

He's laughing again, I hate this guy.

"And now we're talking. By the way I'm Tyron Romero, Arts student and my senior wants you to model for us."

"You're a college student? You're not in high school? How did it happen?"

This is really unbelievable; he didn't look like a college student.

"I told you, stop with your delusions and assuming's things. So will you model for us it's just three days. And we're going to pay you."

And now he's asking me to model for them after all that ruckus.

Should I accept it or not?