Love and Enimies

99 Problems

Diamond's POV

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I took like a 30 minute bath, trying to make sure that I got all the chemicals and chlorine off of my body from swimming. James didn't even care. He took like a 2 minute shower in my downstairs bathroom, 3 minutes tops. He was banging on my door before I even finished my makeup. I eventually had to lock him out of my room because he kept on telling me that I am to pretty to need any makeup. On a regular day, I would've listened to him, but today is not a regular day. I have a 5 hour photoshoot and I won't even be home until 9.

"Babe! We need to gooooo," James whines from outside of my door.

I grab my stuff and open the door of my room. There James is looking as if he didn't just go swimming for 3 hours. Why is he so perfect and why aren't I like that? Actually, yes you are, Diamond. Acknowledge your beauty and stop putting yourself down.

"Ready," I say to him.

I ignore the wide grin on his face and head downstairs to where I find my mom pacing around the kitchen. Once she spots us, she lets out a loud cry.

"Finally! I thought y'all died or something," she says. "Come on, we don't want to be late. I called y'all's manager and she sounds pretty stressed and nervous. I don't know why and I don't want to know why either."

We are about to get into the car when I notice James' car parked at the end of my circular driveway.

"James, you should probably take your car because you won't be coming back here after our auditions."

He groans, "Ughhhhhhh. I hate riding by myself."

I roll my eyes. He gives me a peck on the cheek then strolls to his car. The car ride felt like I was in a different universe for years. Not to be rude to my mom, but that was the most boring car ride I have ever had since I started dating James and he drove me around anywhere I need to go. I walk into the building and I don't see James. What I do see is everyone pacing around or sitting in a chair with damp clothes from sweating. It also smells like dirty, wet socks and burning brains.

"Everyone okay in here," my mom asks.

Everyone didn't even notice my mom and I's arrival so everyone jumped once they heard her talk.

"You're late! Where are y'all when we really need you," someone says from the corner.

"Yeah, sorry," my mom says. "What's going on?"

"The company manager is selling the company," a different voice announces.

Did I just hear clearly?

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James' POV

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I can't believe this is the time that my car wants to break down. I whip out my phone and am about to call Diamond. Oh, heck! There is no signal here. Diamond's gonna be pissed. Not only Diamond, but the rest of the model company. I can't miss the shoot, it might be the last one I get to do before my mom and dad leave. I was planning to tell her after the shoot, but there is no way she will be in a good mood now. I sit on the ground and ruffle my hair. I think I see a gas station in the distance. I also see gray clouds and a 100% chance of rain. I get up and run over to what I think is a gas station. I feel something or someone staring down at me.

"Hello...?"

No one answers. I feel anticipation run down my spine. My run increases as I feel someone behind me do the same...All I hear is one gunshot...My steady run turns into a sprint. I hear feet slapping the ground and I am not sure if it is mine. Faster and faster I run to get away from nothing that I know of. Another gun shot. I hear a hushed curse word. Sweat runs down the sides of my face. It isn't sweat; it's rain. Another hushed curse word. The feeling of eyes cease, but I don't stop running. As soon as I am sure the person isn't chasing me anymore, I stop to see where I am now. I don't see the gas station anymore. How long was I even running? I try to calculate it when something dawns on me. Dang! My phone and all of my belongings are with my car. I kept it there assuming that I would be able to go back to get it! I can't go back. What if that gun shooter is waiting for me there. I kick the ground and pain rushes up my foot. I fall to the ground and sit there for a while. I don't know what I am going to do, but I have a feeling I'm not going to make it to the photoshoot anytime soon. Damn.