The One & Only (In Progress)

Chapter 2

"Blane Whitlock"

I hate modeling. I hate it so much that if it were a person, I punch the living shit out of it.

I just don't like the bright light shining at me every time I take pictures, the certain clothes I get the wear, and the worst part, people talk to you nonstop. I can handle a conversation or two from two different people, but that's how much I can go. I'm not a very social person. It annoys me for whatever reason.

But what's ridiculous is that since reporters want to ask me shitty questions about me or my dad, I have to go to the back of my house to avoid them, so I can go to my car. How sad is that.

Which happened this morning. Normally I wouldn't have a crowd and I would take my annual drive around the city & do a couple of errands, but my father told me yesterday I need to model for a brand that he had a partnership with. I could have not gone and pissed off my dad, but my dad & the brand offered me tons of money just to model. How crazy is that?

I thought about the offer. The only negative thing was that the news spreads quickly and tons of reporters go to my house and capture who knows what embarrassing photos of me. But I took the offer for the money, but not just only for the money. It was because I really wanted to eat those homemade jelly powder donuts by my dad's company.

I know it sounds fucking stupid, but my father hires this guy who makes the best fucking homemade donuts the world. The donut shop was called "Mic's Doughnut." Which is a super hard place to get their donuts, since for one it is always packed. Two, their jelly donuts always sold out. So, I wanted to eat those fresh, delicious, sweet treat.

So when I escaped successfully, I took my white Corvette to drive to my dad's company and while driving, I had to stop at a red light.

I waited for it turned green and normally I would just pay attention to the road, but my body told me that somebody was watching me on my side, so I turned to my left and I seen this crazy women looking at me.

She was squinting her eyes and make the most funniest faces ever, it was definitely my tinted windows that made those faces.

My dumbass thought it would be funny to make her freak out, since I needed a good laugh after walking out in the window in the fucking morning.

I put my window down and I looked at her. The way she had her eyes widen up and looked like she was about to scream.

"Put your window down." I mouthed to her.

She looked confused and mouthed, "What?"

I said it again with hand gestures for her to put her window down.

She put her window down and still looked she was in shocked and blushed in embarrassment, but said "OH MY GOD. I'm so fucking sorry- sorry for fucking looking at you weirdly like that."

I carefully looked at her body language and she was pretty nervous. From her redness to her face, complimenting her skin tone, to her pretty dark brown eyes, her luscious lips, and her messy curly hair. God. What am I talking about her appearance? She is just a normie. I need to make myself laugh, not make myself feel good.

I smirked, "It's okay sweetheart, make sure not to do it again."

The light turn green and I drove away as fast as I can. That was the most funniest yet weirdest shit today. I laughed to myself but, my heart skipped a beat when I looked closer to her. I was so memorized by her beauty. How can a woman can possess a guy like me by her looks?

I need to forget about this woman, I'm not going to see her again. I don't want to get attached.

I soon arrived at my dad's workplace, and I parked behind the building, since it was crowded at the front, knowing I was coming to his place.

But first, I needed to go Mic's Doughnut, so I got out of my car and walked a good 3 minutes before arriving at the little place. It was a food truck was white & velvet with some lights and a big board next to the truck, stating "NEW DONUT: Nutty Brownie Donut". Which I wasn't interested, just the jelly donuts.

(Just Imagine this Truck but replace the colors)

I walked towards the truck, I would see a guy with a friendly smile & waved towards me. I slightly smiled back and waved.

"Howdy Mr.Whitlock! Rough day, huh? Did the crowd follow ya?" He rested his arms on the counter.

"No. I avoid them. You know how that goes. You still got those jelly donuts?"

"Yes sir! I am waiting for them to be done. You're lucky, Mr.Whitlock. Fresh and Fruity. Let me go check on them."

I smiled and waited for him to come back. I don't know him much, but of course his name is "Mac." He is from Texas and was definitely countryside of it, clearly from his voice and talking.

He is always friendly towards me and to everybody. I never seen him get mad nor sad. I wonder how he can handle talking so many people in one day. Since he is super popular with his donuts.

"Here you go, Mr.Whitlock. I gave ya two of em in the bag and my new donut, Nutty Brownie! The new donut is on the house, it will be $7.73 for both jelly donuts."

Yeah, he will never get tired of his job.

"Thank you, Mac. Always the best." I grabbed my wallet & gave him $10. "Keep the change, Mac."

"Aw shucks, you're a kind man. No, Thank you!"

"Have a good day, Mac."

"You too, Mr.Whitlock!"

I walked away, so I could find a place to sit. I found a bench and I sat down. I peacefully eat my donut and I groaned in pleasure of how good this donut was. Still warm, soft, and sweet.

"Come one, hurry up! They have the best donuts & they might run out."

"It cannot be that good. No way."

I heard two ladies talking to each other. I didn't mind them, since they weren't looked for me. But once I saw them, they saw me.

My heart skipped a beat. It was her.