Model behaviour?

Model behaviour? (3)

The week went fast, finally it was midway. Wednesday, which we had P.E. I believe it was swimming we had. I removed my piercing and wore a bikini which covered my body; I don’t want people asking about my tattoo. It wasn’t permanent, I wouldn’t get one. Too tacky. It should be off in a months’ time; I had to get it for a shoot. It was pretty; it was a design of stars going from just below my thighs to the edge of my chest.

I changed into my costume when girls either wore on very small pieces of cloth or totally covered to the leggings. I did my hair in a plat. A whistle went off signalling us to get out of the showers/changing rooms.

I walked out looking into the ground and bumped into someone. ‘Ouch, damn, is that a chest or a bloody brick wall.’ I looked to see Adam smirking. I looked at his body and wow was it HOT! It was toned and muscular in the right places, not overpowered like some body builders, that’s gross. I eyed him up and down. ‘You okay?’ He said laughing; his smile reached his eyes and looked almost sincere.  Those eyes were so gorgeous and –

Shut up Jess, you are dating someone! ‘Fine’ and I walked off.  I ignored the electricity I felt when I touched him. It was like a bolt of energy going through me, I’ve never felt it before and I am not sure I want to. I sat on the bench with the other girls. They were giggling and ogling the boys, until our teacher approached us. I looked on my left and saw Megan and Hailey give so slips in. Alongside other girls.

‘I thought you were on your periods last week?’ the teacher said, looking at the lying girls.

‘No, miss, that was a mistake’ both girls said in unison. They giggled. The teacher looked defeated. After 5 minutes of notes. She realised me. I got up and shook her hand. She smiled at me. She was very pretty, she looked about 25 and she had an amazing physique. She told me to call her Coach.

Then came the boys; I’m the type to look at boys but not be bothered by them. So, I just sighed and rested my head on a pole until I could swim. I loved sports, ever since I was a child. I loved everything! I loved the gym; running; cycling; swimming; football – I mean soccer. It could go on and on.

Okay; so shallow water girls. Huh? Shallow. I want to jump out of an aeroplane and coach wants me to swim in shallow. Hell no.

‘Coach; I don’t swim in shallow. Can I go into the deep end?’  She looked reluctant but agreed. Only thing was, I had to swim with the lads then. I can’t believe I am the only girl, who enjoys swimming. I mean why these girls changed if they weren’t to swim. Oh, that’s right. To watch and flirt with lads.

As I walked over to the deep end. I felt nervous; I mean I was the only girl there with all those guys... In a pool.

I was going to do a runner, until ‘can I help you?’ Said some guy whom I’d assume was the male coach. ‘Er, yes, I was sent to swim here’. I came out with. I looked to see the guys on the bench. Wow, I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t realised I was standing in front of guys. You’d expect a model; being comfortable, but I’ve always been so shy. I looked up to see Jace, smiling at me encouragingly. I smiled back, feeling a little at ease.

‘Really? That’s a first, the other girls are always scared they’ll ruin they’re make up or something’. I could help but smile at this. I have never straightened my hair, it’s naturally fine and nor did I wear make-up on.

‘Don’t worry coach she can swim with me’, said some guy. I looked at him and scowled. He laughed.

‘Dude, that’s my sister, shut up’. I forget Jace was here, speaking of awkward.

‘You good at swimming?’ Looked at me the coach. He was about 30 looking, maybe late 20’s. He was handsome for a gym teacher and he seemed really nice. He and the female coach would look cute.