~~So sorry this is late. I caught a pretty bad cold or something and I'm still not completely over it so it's been a while. Also, it was super bowl weekend and Saturday was my sisters birthday so my grandparents were in town and everything, so I had to spend time with them. So I'm really sorry this is like, three days late or whatever, but it's a bit longer of a chapter; 1. because I wanted to make it up to you guys and 2. because I had a lot I wanted to git into this chapter. So enjoy.
"I’m a little bit sheltered
I’m a little bit scared
I’m a little bit nervous
I’m goin’ no where
I’m a little bit jealous
I’m a little bit slow
I’m a little bit hurtful
And I don’t wanna let it go
No…
And I don’t wanna let it go"
I was hanging out on set off a fashion shoot, music blasted through speakers as the models posed for my camera. I had been called in last minute for the shoot due to the rescheduling of the release of this magazine. Long story short, the other photographer couldn't make it. Unfortunately for me it was a teen magazine. Meaning I had it worse than I normally did, under fed bony bitches. Teens were worse though, always moodier than the already demanding models that I usually work with.
"Naomi, could you please stand a little closer to Gigi," I said sweetly over the loud music. I wanted to gag. These girls had been refusing to stand next to each other the whole time. Teenage model drama is the worst drama. If too models fight well your out of luck, they aren't going to comply, at least that's how it's been in my experience. Normal teenagers aren't so bad. I mean, it wasn't too long ago that I was a teen anyway. For whatever reason teenage models just demand that they get treated like royalty.
A heavy sigh releases from my lungs. These girls just wont cooperate. I only did this job because they offered me double up front. I needed the money from being off work for a while, I couldn't let the opportunity go to waist. But this just wasn't going anywhere. I took the best shots I could, hoping they were good enough. I didn't want to get hired to do another teen shoot, but if I do well I might get a referral.
I was now looking over the shots with the magazine directer person, I honestly don't really know who the person was, we were just discussing which photos might make it into print. The models were now picking at pieces of fruit and salad. I doubt they even get any protein, I thought to myself.
Their squealing could be heard from behind me, causing me and then man beside me to turn. There were the girls, flirting with Chris. My eyes turned to slits as I watched the two toss their hair and giggle. I got up, telling the man I would be back in a minute, and walked over to them. Chris stood there awkwardly, though he tried to make conversation with them.
"Hi, I'm Gigi."
"And I'm Naomi," the two girls clung to him like water, holding fast to his arms. Not once did they hide their traveling eyes. Fury was bubbling up like acid in my stomach and chest. I swooped in, grasping Chris's arms. He gave me a confused look as I did so.
"And he's mine," I spat with an overly big smile. I tugged Chris off with me back to all the equipment.
"What was that?" he asked, shocked as he sat down.
