Undercover Beauty

Chapter 16

Panic rushed over my body now as I had a million different scenarios in my head of how they he could have known about the fight. Then mentioning the t.v part, I knew in my heart what he meant but I didn't want to admit it. I looked over at Rosco, he had a very puzzled look as he was trying to figure out how he knew as well. I jumped off the counter and rushed into my room and immediately turned my t.v onto the entertainment news. 

There it was. Bright as day. Video proof of Rosco just nailing Aaron in the face and the following fight that led to me jumping in between them basically topless. The blur over my nipples made me uncomfortable knowing that someone has the original copy of that video with my bare chest, just waiting to leak it and expose me to the model and make some bare bank off of my body. "Shit." I finally sighed into the phone, remembering that Ron was on the other end. Rosco stood behind me staring at the t.v as well, both completely blow away that paparozzi had followed us all the way out here and caught me at the perfect moment. It all seems too perfect, in my opinion. 

"Shit is right Lacy, I have Vogue calling my office constantly wanting the truth behind this scandal, they are threatening removing you as one of their models and even ruining your career over all! You know your mother would never want that to happen and would be extremely disappointed. She's seen the news and is working her ass off to cover for you!" He spoke so fast, it was hard to let this all sink in. I was at risk of losing my career from one simple mistake. One fuck up.  I looked at Rosco and just wanted to cry. He put his arm around the back of my my head and I leaned into his chest.

"So what do I do? I mumbled into the phone finally. I was at a loss for words honestly. Now because of all this, my manager and mother are over there fight for me to keep my job. I have absolutely no idea what to do.

"For now, I want you and Rosco to stay there, and whatever you do, do not go out. Do not answer the door unless you know for sure who it is. I want you to disappear for a few days. Eventually the story will die down, and then you'll most likely have to go for some interviews to clear your story. Most likely you personally will have to march into Vogue and explain yourself. They don't condone this kind of stuff from one of their prized new models. " Ron explained to me calmly so I didn't freak out. I walked over to my bed and sat down carefully, as Rosco followed me and stood a few steps away from me. 

"Ok. I can do that. Thankyou Ron. Bye" I mumbled and hung up my phone throwing it behind me on the bed. I looked up at Rosco and tears filled my eyes. I jumped off the bed and ran into him and just absolutely balled my eyes into his chest. What else was there for me to do? My career is out of my hands right now. I have to trust that someone will understand that I am not normally involved in that crap.

Later that day, Rosco and I ended up taking a nap because of how exhausted and emotionally drained I was from crying. We both got up, looking like complete disasters and headed downstairs for dinner which was ready for us. We both didn't really say anything to each other, nor looked at each other. We weren't made, just uncomfortable situation that we both could have done differently. I looked down as I heard a vibrate from Rosco's phone on the table. He looked down, unlocked his phone and stared at it, placing his hand slightly over his mouth.

"What's wrong?" I tilted my head at his expression that I couldn't really understand. He looked up at me and turned the phone so I could read it. It was from his mother. It read, 'We need to talk ASAP.' I looked back up at him and he was shaking his head.

"I'll be back." He got up and kissed my forehead as he hit call and walked away from the table into the other room. I couldn't really hear them at all, he wasn't talking loudly. I just played around with my food as I wasn't overly that hungry. This day couldn't get any worse right? What could his mom want now, maybe she saw it and is angry that I was topless. Who knows. I jumped as I suddenly heard a loud bang from the other room and quickly got up to see Rosco's arm against the wall and his head leaning against his fist. He clenched his phone in his hand like it would break any second. 

"What happened?" I slowly approached him, unsure of how he would react. I turned and looked at me, his jaw was clenched and he looked quite torn. His facial expression was so hard to read. He looked confused, pissed and sad at the same time.

"I was accepted on a football scholarship to a university." He said with a flat voice. I had no idea he had even applied! I started to smile and he started shaking his head.

"That's good right? Why didn't you tell me you applied!?" I was overly loud when I said it, not meaning to come across demanding. 

"Lacy, it doesn't even matter. They wanna cancel it because they saw me fighting on t.v." He stood up tall and leaned against the wall facing me this time. I could see how devastating it is for him. I slowly backed away from him and shook my head. 

"But why?" I mumbled.

"That's not the worst part Lace, my mother has spoken to the Dean of the University and made a arrangement that if we broke up, publicly, I can still play football." I stood there staring at him. Wide eyed. Jaw dropped. Things really could get worse. Just when you thought you hit rock bottom, you really hit the bottom. I continued to back away from him slowly, Rosco still leaning against the wall looking at me. What can I even do now? Both of our careers are on the line now. I could never ask him to give up a University Scholarship for Football all for me, a simple girl who simply fell in love with him. I should have realized this sooner. It was never gonna work. I cleared my voice and choked back the tears that were forming in my eyes and looked at him, standing as tall as I could, with a straight face.

"Okay, then let's break up."

**Don't hate me guys lol don't worry.**