Past: Tronnor

Chapter 9

***Troye's P.O.V.***

Well shit. I embarrassed myself in front of my boss. Great. I couldn't even tell if he was mad. It was more of a mixture of emotions. Like a girl on their period or something.

Anyway, the fashion show. I had my makeup and hair done. I was placed in an outfit that made me look skinnier than I was. Not going to lie it made me a bit self conscious.

When It was my turn to walk out on the runway I instantly feel the nerves. I instantly feel like once I step onto the runway everyone will turn to me and they will notice the black eye. Even though it was covered up by the makeup artists, they'll see it. They will know he hits me. If they don't they'll find out.

I let my thoughts get the best of me and I almost start to cry. But I don't. I simply step out on the runway and try to keep a straight face.

And for those 20 seconds.

For the 20 seconds I was on that runway.

I felt different.

I felt me.

I come back in and with relief washed over me. Sage meets me once she's done her final time on stage.

"Troye that was amazing!" She smiles, I don't think I've ever seen her smile more.

"I know!" I hug her.

"And Marissa was out in the audience too!"

Marissa is her best friend. She's nice I guess, I don't really ever talk to her.

"You two did amazing" Bethany walks up to us.

"Thanks Bethany"

"Call me Beth" She gives us each a warm smile.

"And um Mr. Franta would like to see you two after the show." She says it in more of a nervous fashion.

What.

Why does he want to meet with us?

Are we in trouble?

Was it my black eye?

Will he force me to tell him what happened?

Sage and I turn to each other, she shrugs and I can almost feel my face turn a ghostly white.

Then within seconds, or as it feels, the show is over. The models have left, The show is over. The audience has seemed to have vanished, the show is over.

Sage and I find Mr. Franta waiting for us looking around at the empty venue. We nervously walk to him.

"Um... Mr. Franta?" he spins around placing his hands in front of him.

"Troye, and Sage, how lovely"

Feeling slightly more comfortable we walk to him.

"First of all, amazing job in the fashion show, and secondly, how would you two like to come to New York"

Sage and I are in astonishment. New York? Why? Curious, I ask.

"Why New York?"

"You see, Vogue is based out of New York, we have fashion shows and you two could even be models for the magazine."

This is about Sage. Of course. Every guy I meet likes Sage. He's obviously just wanting Sage, and I'm just here because he felt bad.

"I mean, I would love to" Sage says.

"Sage... May I, um, talk to you over here"

"Go ahead. discuss" He walks away but not far enough for me to talk in a regular voice.

"Sage he's checking you out." I whisper.

"He is pretty cute" she says.

"Sage! He's like my age, you can't date someone that far apart in age distance."

"Woah, woah, woah, I never said anything about dating him, and by the way did you not hear what he said, I mean we'd have to convince mum and dad but Troye! This is an amazing opportunity."

It really is though. A model. I've always dreamed of being famous. Being a singer. Walking red carpets. All of that. Now is my chance.

"Yea, yea your right" I sighed.

"Come on" She takes my hand dragging me back to Mr. Franta.

"Have you made your decision?"

"Well. We would have to talk to our parents, but we'd love too"

"Great, great. Now, go back to your hotel, and enjoy the rest of your stay" He smiles and Sage then me.

He has a nice smile. A soft yet sexual one. His teeth glimmering white. His eyes an astonishing green. Then right between his bushy eyebrows, a bump.

Sage and I exchange goodbyes with him and are off to the hotel, the limo taking us back.

He really had a nice smile.

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Hey guys! It's been an eternity since I updated, and this is kind of short but yea, next chapter will be longer and first thing of "drama". yea ok that's pretty much it.

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