Uncertain (Wattys 2015)

Chapter 1: Vogue, Models and Bad Reputations

At sixteen, I couldn't wait to get out of Greenwood. Some may argue because I was the Beyoncé of the town. I was, if you put a blonde wig on me, the Gretchen Wieners of Greenwood's High.

While I was ruling the school, the parents wanted to overthrow me from my thrown. I couldn't careless; every guy wanted to date me, every girl wanted to be me and that was enough.

Now, at twenty three, I'm still ruling the world. I'm not talking about Greenwood, I'm talking about New York.

Some may say I hit the jack pot, but what they say doesn't really matter when you're one of the head photographers at Vogue.

In the morning, I work my ass off.

At night, I have a little fun...

Yes, I am talking about sex, but not any sex. Sex with the one and only, David Allen. Also known as the hottest male model around.

I got out of bed, wore my lacy bra and panties then made my way to the kitchen. I open the fridge to find it empty.

"For fuck's sake," I mutter.

I make my way back to the bedroom, pick up a sweatshirt from the floor and smell it.

"It smells good to me," I shrug, as I put it on.

I walk towards the mirror to see Mowgli.Okay, it's me with my terrifying morning hair so I try to straighten it with my hands, but that ended with a failed attempted. Hey, at least I tried.

I stare at myself intently, I HAVE A ZIT.

What the fuck. Fucking, fuckers! You just had to get out?!

I get closer to the mirror and try to pop it.

"Don't pop it."

I look back, to see a tall figure. Shirtless. I examine David's beautifully crafted chest as he comes closer to hug me thus burying my head on his hard chest. I felt comfortable in that position until I realize my oxygen supply is decreasing by the minute. Maybe I should die, take my oxygen. This chest feels better than breathing anyways.

"I'll give you my cream," he said in a husky voice while he releases me to breathe.

A part of me is a bit sad, the other part, is quite grateful.

"Um, yeah sure," I say, "But let me pop it."

I turn back to the mirror, raise my hand to my face.

"Get ready to go down, little sucker." I say unconsciously out loud.

Prepared to squeeze the shit out of this little fucker, David holds my arms, stopping me from being a zit terrorist.

"Do not pop it," he says in a serious tone, with one eyebrow arched.

I look at his reflection, dissatisfied with what just happened.

"I could've taken it down," I gripe, "I could've crushed it!"

"It would scar, Sophie."

"I'm willing to take that chance."

"I'm not."

"Well, I can't go to work with THAT," I emphasis to state my point while pointing at the disgusting, red hill that developed on my face.

"I'm telling you, just smear the cream on it, it'll go in 48 hours."

"48 hours!" I gasp. "I can't afford 48 hours."

"Stop being a drama queen," He derides at my behavior. "I'm going to take a shower, want to come with me?" He adds while flicking his eyebrows.

"No, have some sexy time by yourself."

I walk to my closet and stare at it, trying to decide what to wear while David gets into the shower. "I'll just masturbate then!" I hear him yelling while turning on the water.

"Fine!" I yell back, "want me to browse some porn for you?" I add.

"That's not funny!"

I decide to ignore him as I picked out a fitted denim shirt with a black skinny jeans with a black Jakarta boot, to spice things up a little, I decided to throw in my leather jacket.

I go to my mirror thinking how the hell am I supposed to cover the mountain on my face while David gets out of the shower.

"Had fun?" I tease while giving him a double wink.

"What is that?"

"What?"

"That thing you did with your eyes."

"It's a double wink."

I demonstrate my talents again but David tells me I'm just blinking really fast.

Bullshit, I think.

I apply some foundation, eyeliner with some nude eye shadow and light lipstick.

"You can't even see it." David informs me as he wore his V neck.

"You can't even see it," I mock him in a low voice.

Both of us head to the apartment door and kiss goodbye then go opposite ways.

* * *

"Okay, great, just hold that pause." I click on the button on my camera releasing multiple tick sounds.

"I think you should lift you chin up."

"Perfect."

"Okay that's all I need right now, go change to your next outfit."

I hand the camera to Colton, who is too fabulous to ignore but too gay to function. I make a mental to stop quoting Mean Girls as Colton asks me something.

"Huh?"

"Seriously, you have to stop dreaming about him Sophia."

He walks in front of me leaving so confused about what just happened.

"What did you just say?" I ask, trying to catch up with him.

"I said," he raises his voice, "Ellen wants to see you in her office."

"Did she say why?" I grab a muffin from the buffet and start eating it.

"No."

"Did she seem mad?" I struggle to get the words out of my full mouth leading for a spit to fly onto his face.

"After what I just witnessed," he wipes his cheek with his finger, "I hope she is."

"Shut up."

I walk up the stairs, get into the elevator and within seconds, I reach the upper floor.

I feel so cool and collected as I walk towards her office. Molly, her secretariat, gives me a nod of approval while she struggles to answer all the phones. I knock on the door and hear , "enter," then Ellen motions her finger for me to sit down while she ends the phone call.

I look around the Ellen's office when I notice how soft this chair is! The texture is amazing!Stop, concentrate Sophie. Seriously though, this chair is amazing!

"Sophie," Ellen says in a thick Italian accent.

"Good Morning, Ellen."

"Sophie," she pauses, "I am very sad to tell you this."

I wait for the 'but on the bright side.'

"But, we're letting you go."

Completely shocked, I say to myself, "Okay, there's no 'on the bright side' story."