I'm a Model Living on the Streets

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Chapter 9

I sit up and groan. "What do YOU want?"

"Uh... sorry, I just uh..." he pulls at the collar of his shirt nervously and then straightens up considerably with a smirk on his face."My my, aren't you great at welcoming people????"

Then it was my turn to stutter."Uh- well you're not very nice either." I retort, I know, I know. I was being overly rude to Luca, but he totally deserves it for what he did to me yesterday. "So aren't you much of a stalker type?" I ask and cock my head to the side threateningly, while I was half smiling on the inside, because I got to see this amazingly yummy (although quite rude) boy again.

"Well-uh......I was uh- curious about you so I came here to see if you would stay at the hospital or if you would leave. I knew you were going to be here. I've only known you for a day and I can read your mind like an open book." he smirked. I grew furious at his remark.

"You're the one who is completely bipolar. One minute you're all goody and nice, the next you're like being completely rude." I retort.

"Look who's talking." he says in a snarky voice.

"So, where is your 'home'? You know so much about me, but I barely even know your last name."

"Wouldn't you like to know where I live?" he says cockily.

"Ugh. Shut up."

"Luca, Luca Redburn."

"Your last name does not suit you at all. You are not all bright and happy. You're an emo."

"Thanks. Thanks for stating the obvious." he retorts. I grow furious at his atrocious behaviour.

"Why don't you just leave, before you become a conflict." I reply.

"I'm the conflict?"

"Sorry I meant to say before the conflict gets bigger." I say.

"It takes two to tango."

"I can live fine on my own!"

"Whatever, man." he says. He turns on his heels and leaves the alley.

"I'm a lady!" I shout at his back.

I snort. What a polite man. No wonder he's living on the streets. Just like me.

I snuggle back into the mattress. and go back to sleep.

When I wake up, I yawn and stretch my hands above my head. I get up and walk out of my comfy alley, and then I start to see the signs on the poles.

"MISSING: Samantha Macintosh." and then it showed a picture of my sears flyer photo shoot. I looked okay, but the clothes looked horrible on me. I was wearing this blue ugly dress and my hair was up in curls. I was smiling horribly and overall this was definitely not my best photo shoot. I feel so bad now for not contacting poor Jake last night or something. I am so inconsiderate, so I stop staring at the pole and continue walking faster towards My Treasures.

Gawd, I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do.

As I get to near My Treasures, I get a heavy feeling in my gut. There must be something wrong. I break out into a run, and throw the door open to My Treasures to find everything strewn across the floor, all the 'antiques' Jake spent hours on, were broken, the paint cracking.