SoHo Drama

Chapter 3: Awkward Encounters

"I'm not a photographer! I'm a teacher," I yell at Spencer.

"Who does he think he is? Some rich pretty boy who can talk to girls like that? I can't believe how he just spoke to me. All I wanted was for him to call me Evelyn not Evie. How hard is that? Thank god, that I don't have to do anymore for Mandy, " I pace up and down the studio ranting.

"Calm down E. Let's call M and get her to meet us at Battery Harris? You know you want to down a few Double Impacts and order some jerk wings?" asks Emily as she stops me in place.

"Hmm... but tomorrow is my last free day before I start teaching Monday. Don't want to be sick on my first day," I reply as I put my hands on Emily's shoulder.

"Geez E, you have all day tomorrow to be sick. Plus M needs to get out of her man funk and meet some new guys. Preferably no one on the jerk list. Come on E, let's have a girls' night out?" begs Emily as she shakes me back and forth.

I smirk and nod my head. Emily jumps up and down yelling, "I will call M!"

I roll my eyes and pick up my bag. A couple of Double Impacts would go down nice right about now! I just love what the bartenders put in the Double Impacts- some lemon, kumquat shrub, vanilla and orange- blossom water; it is the perfect rum- heavy drink. Plus them jerk chicken wings are my favorite go to dish when there. They are probably what makes me go back there, I normally like the high end cocktail bars in Upper Manhattan but this place just has the best greasy chicken wings to eat while drunk and just love the name. Who doesn't love Jerk Wings? I think to myself as I wait for Emily to call Mandy.

"Hey M, E and I are going to Battery Harris tonight for some Double Impacts. Want to come for a girls' night out?" I hear Emily ask Mandy on the phone.

"The shoot is already finished. E and the model had an argument. It was quite hot. I was expecting them to bounce on each other any moment," jokes Emily.

I slap Emily and yell so Mandy can hear me, "It wasn't hot at all. That guy, Spencer was such a jock and a tool. He is better off in Upper Manhattan. Please tell me you are coming out?"

"So you coming M or what?" asks Emily again.

"Yay, meet you there in half an hour," responds Emily as she hangs up.

Emily turns to me, looks me up and down and says, "Let's hit up wardrobe!"

"What's wrong with what I am wearing? It's cute. Plus I don't need to hook up tonight," I reply as I roll my eyes.

"The jeans are cute, but the floral blouse is not for the Brooklyn night life," replies Emily as she grabs me by the arm and drags me out of the studio.

"Evelyn, can I have a word with you?" asks Margie as we emerge from the studio.

"Not now Margie. Busy going to wardrobe," replies Emily as she scurries off down the corridor, with a firm grip on my arm dragging me in toe.

"Sorry Margie. Take it up with the model not me," I yell back.

Emily pushes me in to the wardrobe room and hurries off amongst the wall full of clothes racks. The amount of clothes here that is only ever worn once is crazy! I would die to have half of these clothes. But little old me can't afford this expensive lifestyle anymore. Well I can once I start working a proper job and give up my dream of being an author. Dreams don't pay bills, I think as I take a seat on one of the leather ottomans.

Emily is throwing clothes everywhere and not even watching where she throws them. She picks up this strapless black peplum top and turns to me. "This would go perfect with your ripped skinny jeans and has lots of cleavage," she says as she chucks the top at me and begins looking for something for herself.

I pick up the top from the ground and hold it up to myself in the mirror. Hmm.. it would look nice on me. It does go with my jeans. I guess I will wear it, I think as I stare at myself. As I unbutton my floral blouse and drop it to the floor the door to the wardrobe opens up and in walks Spencer.

He looks at me and smirks. I quickly use the peplum top to cover up my boobs and yell, "What are you doing in here?"

"I heard Emily say she was coming in here to Margie and I just want to come and apologize for my behavior. But I didn't expect to get such a show when I walked in her Evie," smirks Spencer.

"What kind of apology is that?" I ask as I back away from sight.

"Sorry for being a jerk during the photoshoot. Can't help myself around pretty girls," teases Spencer.

"That's not even a good apology. You didn't sound sincere at all," I mock as I turn my back to him and try to quickly put on the peplum top.

"How can I be sincere when I walk in here and see you shirtless?" asks Spencer as he walks towards me.

I turn around and fix up my top, purposely pushing my boobs up. "Well thanks for the apology but I have places to be and people to see. Catch you later, Spence."

Emily emerges from the other side of the room in a gorgeous blue strapless midi dress and I grab her by the arm. "We are leaving now," I say as I drag her out of the room.

Spencer tries to stop me but all I hear is him saying, "Where you going Evie?"

Authors note:

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