Love or Hate?

"THY EARS HAVE BLED"

Olivia

The 15th stack of half-filled with water plastic cups was done. Just to add a little spice I duct tape each row of cups for maximum security...

I brush off the dust from my baggy beige pants and adjust my black sleeveless top. Grabbing my keys and tying my converse I hear a string of curses behind me.

"Think well when you decide to traumatise someone's ears with sounds that a buffalo would make or maybe even a hyena-" I refer the latter animal to the blonde.

Honestly I couldn't sleep the whole night with all that ruckus and so I had spent planning the perfect prank.

Smiling behind my aviators I drive to 'L corps' and head to my level. Walking into Victoria's office I almost gawk at the handsome fella standing shirtless with jeans riding low on his hips.

"Jackson Norwick...are we modelling together?" He says in a British accent introducing himself while I aimlessly fumble for my camera and give him the hint.

"Olivia Denise, your photographer for today" I shake hands with him and he moves out into the lounge area looking for his partner.

"Sophia Alvarez will be modelling with him, are you sure you can handle it?" Victoria takes the camera from my hand and adjusts the settings while showing me the main components of it and what they're after.

"Of cour-"

"Hey there darling, I have a meeting at noon so I can only do a few shoots right now and maybe after lunch I suppose... shall we?" Sophia Alvarez and damn was she gorgeous! Dark hair and deep brown eyes with fair skin and a killer body.

Her short rose gold nightgown loosely tied around her waist whereas Jackson posed only in Calvin Klein boxer shorts. With the bright backdrop Jackson's light blue eyes could be noticed from afar contrasting with his bronze high-lighted hair.

Sophia on the other hand is a natural though a little bossy I would say. Getting her to notice me would be a long shot.

I need her to like me but how?

Research. Maybe a little stalking would do the trick I mean it is part of my job.

Lunch was chill with Jackson and Victoria and my feet were actually thankful that I was seated.

Then comes a waltzing latecomer, definitely of model status with a figure like hers and hair that bright matched with a proportioned heart-shaped face down to those sharp dusky blue eyes.

Think this place is making me feel insecure and short. Where are thy heels when I need them; maybe to look intimidating?

"Gwen Rosella. Don't even try to compete with her. Too perfect" I look to my right and see Jackson staring lustfully as well as almost every other person in the room.

"Hits different every time"

"I'm leaving now, tiring first day and all"

"Don't worry, I've seen your work and they were almost as beautiful as you" I lightly shove him aside while chuckling at him but with my head low I bump into someone.

"sorry-" I apologize on instinct but I find myself trying hard to keep my jaw from dropping to the centre of earth!

My heart is deflating from the amount of beauty radiating from this specimen... God give me strength...