Victoria's Secret Undercover Model

CHAPTER 6: The beach part 2.

Before anyone jumps to conclusions and tell me how bad of a human I am for not writing in the longest time, I will be posting more. Like I actually promise this time. I have the greatest friend ever and she's one of my fans (yeah you know who you are bruta) and she keeps reminding me of how much the readers are disappointed in me for not taking this seriously. So thank you, Ana.

I do want to say, though, I am very nervous every time I post a chapter because I feel like no one is going to like it at all. I have noticed that the things that I have written so far are not so great but I decided to leave it like that because it will show how much I have grown, as a person who is not a native of an English-speaking country, I feel like my works are not as great and I feel like many of you will judge me for that. But whatever right?

So this chapter is dedicated to Ana. You are the real MVP.

So, without further due. Let's make it do what it do.

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"So what's your story?" Drew asked.

We were currently sitting at a small bar close to the beach, it was so close that we could feel the distinctive smell that the beach has but so far that we could not see the sand and people. We had been talking for hours about the most stupid things on earth and it had been fun. Suddenly, after we got our drinks, he got a little more serious about our conversation. However, I did not expect him to come up with that question.

I laughed nervously.

"What do you mean? A story? How old are we? Five?" I said in a sarcastic tone. My hope was that this would cause embarrassment, but it backfired.

"Well, I think everyone has a story. Maybe you might undermine it, but it is more important than that." He explained while his eyes lit up.

That is something I love. Don't you ever see someone that is so passionate about something so much that when they talk about it, their eyes light up? That is one of the things that give me hope about humanity, passion is the drive that makes all things better. 

"Well... There is really not much to say." I tried to avoid the question once more.

"I want to know how the girl from New York that used to be the tomboy found her way here." He said.

I feel like he can be an agent, but then again he is not. How would he know these things? No one has talked to him about me and I'm sure my file is blank because IT IS NOT EVEN MY REAL NAME.

"What?" I asked as I tried to make it seem like if I did not know what he was talking about at all.

"I know that you are from New York 'cause you have a little accent, it is kind of cute if you ask me. And the fact that you were a tomboy is written all over you, like the way you walk and talk. That is completely fine, it is refreshing. All of the other girls in the house have not really shown me anything other than the surface. So, tell me, Miss Stallin, what is your story?"

"Well... I was the tomboy like you said, but I was chubby growing up so kids were mean to me all the time. I guess it gave me the drive to exercise and be more active. And then as I was finishing high school, my mom was diagnosed with cancer and that made my world tumble down. So yeah, that is my story I guess." I said.

I never thought I would actually tell him that. For a moment I thought that I could make up a story and then he would buy it... But I did not. Somehow I ended up telling him something that I never talk about with anyone under any circumstance. How can it be?

He stayed silent as if he knew the feeling.

"So what is your story, mister Jonson? " I asked breaking the ice.