SoHo Drama

Chapter 1

The sun glistened in to my two bedroom apartment, beaming on to my best friend curled up on the lounge in tears over yet another boy.

"Mandy, why do you keep letting boys walk over you?" I ask.

Mandy replies, "Evelyn, I thought he was different from all the others. He seemed legitimate and honest but he broke my heart after two weeks. Why do guys cheat on me? Is that why you never date? Or don't choose to let guys notice you?"

"Guys cheat because they are pigs. I never date because no guy has ever been right for me. Are you getting ready to go to work?"

"Oh shit, can you go to work for me? I only have one model to snap today, he is a new model for the magazine. His name is Spencer Leishman. Some British guy that has just moved over here. Can you pretty please go take his pictures for me? I will call work and tell them you are coming for me," Mandy responds.

I look at my watch and think; Why does she always send me to do her work when she is heartbroken? I'm so sick of being the one to pick up her pieces.

I respond, "Sure Mandy, this is the last time I can do this for you. I start my teaching job on Monday."

Mandy embraces me in one of her hugs and says, "You are the bestest friend I could ever ask for. I will ring Margie and let her know you will be there in 20."

I run to my room, chuck on the first pair of semi clean ripped jeans I can find and a floral blouse. I look at myself in the mirror and think; Hair up or down? Up will look more professional. I chuck my wavy red hair up into a messy bun, run my fingers under my sparkling blue eyes and pick up my ballet flats. As I walk out of my bedroom I can hear Mandy on the phone to her boss Margie, "I can't make it to the shoot today but my best friend Evelyn will be coming in my place. Yes she is as good as me at photography. No she doesn't expect to be paid for it and neither do I. I'm sorry for stuffing you around, I can't help it that I have fallen ill today. She will be at the shoot in 20. Thank you Margie, I will make this up."

Mandy turns to me and says, "You are such a lifesaver. Ok head down town to the Warehouse and they will be waiting for you."

"See you later. Please don't spend your day crying in bed over that jerk. Clean the apartment." She blows me a kiss as I close the apartments door.

I race down the stairs of the old warehouse that has been transformed into apartments. Our apartment is all industrial style and I just love it, so unique for a preppy writer and an eccentric up and coming photographer. It's another dull rainy day in New York, I put my hand out to hail a cab but I can never hail one here in SoHo. I lean more over the curb and as I do a cab comes to a halt right in a puddle. Water splashes all up the front of me. "You got to be kidding me!" I exclaim as I open the cab door.

"Where too?" asks the cab driver as he takes another puff of his cigarette.

I slide on in the cab and roll my eyes, "Bedford Avenue, Williamsburg."

The cab driver pulls away from the curb and I plug my earphones into my iPhone. I begin to start writing my next romance story that I will probably never finish like the rest of the stories.

It is not long before we are crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, I turn my head to look out the window to gaze down the East River. It's much nicer travelling across the bridge at night when it is all lit up. I go back to constructing my lead character for my story, she is a gorgeous young blonde who thinks she can fight the world, boy is she wrong.

We pull up out front of Bunkers and I pay the cab driver my fare. He apologizes for making my clothes all wet from the puddle. He offers me a New York Times to hold her over my head. I accept the paper and open it up over my head as I race to the big steel barred doors. I chuck the paper on the ground to the side of the doors and walk inside Bunkers.

I am instantaneously greeted by the editor of the magazine, Margie. She is dressed in high wasited rip jeans and a crop top. I roll my eyes and greet her with a smile. "Evelyn, so nice to see you again darling," as she gives me two fake kisses on each side of my face.

"Margie, it's been forever. How's the boyfriend?" I ask as I walk past her.

"Oh Evelyn, I am no longer with Tyson. I'm with Ashlee now," she responds as she goes back to her office.

She's gay now? Why didn't Mandy inform of this juicy piece of information, I think as I make my way to the studio. I can hear Emily the stylist already inside the studio dressing the model. I push the doors open, and there he is. The first I see is his hard rock abs and then his defined pecks. My mouth drops open and I have to force myself to close it again. He peers over towards me and I feel his piercing blue eyes stare into my soul.

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