Walking into the cafeteria, the welcoming whiff of freshly made Cinnabons caught my nostrils and eased off the stress school has given me for the past week.
Seeing my friends at our usual table made me look forward to having an hour of freedom.
"... And that's how I grew my cup size!" Lawla finished off, while the rest of the table groaned.
Jocelyn saw me almost immediately and looked relieved. Guess they were tired of hearing Lawla's double B cup story.
"Hey Rochelle!" The group greeted in unison.
"Hi! So Jocelyn, any hot gossip to let us in on?" I asked with a wink.
Clearing her throat, she was preparing for her speech. She grabbed her iPhone out of her satchel and began reading.
"According to my sources, Claire and Craig are still going strong. Tiffany screwed Tyson in the senior girls bathroom twice this week. An inside has also revealed that Tiffany is looking for a modeling agency who would not turn her down. Oh and surprisingly, Lawla is here too."
"Ooh ooh what did it say?!"
I'm stuttered out of the conversation by the sudden beeping of my phone.
The group turned their attention to me.
"Relax, it's Becca. Give me a minute."
"God dammit, Rochelle! It would be nice to receive a text from you to say that you're alive!" Yelled Becca through the phone.
"Good Lord, woman! Chill your tits. As you know, I have school. It's my final year and definitely not the easiest."
I hear her exasperated sigh on the other end.
"You wanted to be a model. Your parents signed me to be your manager since you were 5. You signed up for this life, Rochelle! Suck it up."
I knew she was right. Admitting it was another story, though. I wouldn't want to give her that satisfaction.
"What's up?" I replied in a bored tone.
"Definitely not your manners but we will sort that out another time. Right now, you should know that you've been booked to be on the cover of Teen Vogue magazine. They're also doing a spread on you and writing a few articles here and there about your life and career and you would be giving them a short interview while you're in hair and make-up. You need to be at their studio at 14:30 today. Got it?"
My face must have given something away as my friends were looking at me with total pity.
"Yes, Whatever." I mumbled and hung up.
I sat down on the chair, grabbed Lawla's untouched Cinnabon and started to devour it. My emotions were everywhere. My mom dragged me into this now she's not here's to get me out. I'm not enjoying this life anymore. There is a void in my heart that I want to be filled.
I'm missing the good old days where things were uncomplicated and easy. I miss how the only worries I had was if I could watch my favorite show on time and not about ever being lonely.
My parents and I used to do lots of activities together, like going ice skating and eating dinner together every evening, like a normal family. Little did I know how that would all change.
Liam, another friend from my group, hardly ever spoke. His way of showing comfort was by giving me a friendly pat on the back... And that's a lot coming from him.
Suddenly I feel a jolt of warmth and energy running through every inch of my body.
I scanned the cafeteria and met a pair of dark smoldering eyes who looked intensely at me. Watching my every move like a hawk watching his prey.
For others, this would seem weird, but for me, it's pretty mandatory.
Getting these looks from him are hard to ignore and my urges for him is growing stronger.
I couldn't deny it anymore.
"Mr Hotness can't take his eyes off of you..." Lawla said smugly. She sent me a wink that made my face turn crimson.
"Uh it looks like his making his way over here right now." Jocelyn warned, fixing her hair. Even she was swooned by him... And she's fucking lesbian!
"Of course he is," I muttered under my breath.
The hairs on my arm rose.
His close. Too close.
I gazed upwards and saw him staring down at me.
"Ladies," he greeted politely.
His pink, plump lips quirked up into a small smile.
Jocelyn and Lawla waved at him, trying to keep their cool when I know they're dying from lust on the inside.
I, on the other hand, could not even respond. My mouth opened but no sound came out. I clasped my sweaty palms together from below the table.
"Miss Black, are you okay?" He asked with genuine concern in his voice.
"Y...y...yes I am... I'm just feeling a bit nauseas, that's all."
He put his hands gently on my shoulder and leaned in a bit closer.
"Should I escort you to the nurse's room?"
"Nooo! That's okay, I'll just need some water, that's all."
He looked at me skeptically and grabbed a random passaby's closed bottle of water and placed it down in front of me.
"Drink." he said, simply.
He rubbed small circles on my back and my ovaries died.
I did as he said.
"I'll see you in class." He said with a wink and walked off.
My skin tingled from where his hand was.
My friends, including Liam, stared at me with their mouths hanging wide open.
Lawla spoke up.
"How have you managed to snatch a teacher that's probably 30 years old?"
"I haven't snatched him!" I yelled in defense.
Jocelyn rolled her eyes.
"Yeah right. I don't blame you, his one fine piece of ass." She said, dreamily.
Do I have the coolest but most weirdest friends ever?
Yes, yes I do.
But I've gotta love 'em.
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Vampire"Rochelle, it's by time you knew your fate. Your real one." Teen supermodel, Rochelle Black, had the same old life. Partying, hot male models, sex and repeat was what her loyal fans thought of her life. What they don't know is that it all comes cras...
