Justin's POV"Man what the fuck am I gonna wear?" I had been in my closet for a half hour with Brandon (maejor) deciding what I should wear because I was meeting Sophia.
"Have you even had a conversation with this girl?" Brandon asked looking at my shoes.
"No" I threw down another shirt.
"Exactly. She could be a total slut or a cunt. It wouldn't matter, she probably just wants your dick"
"I don't think she is though" my phone vibrated on the shelf. Picking it up, it said sophiamiacova just posted a photo. Clicking on it I said "see how the fuck can I impress HER?" I showed the boys my phone.
"The real question is-" Brandon cut Za off
"Damn, that's her?" He looked at the picture.
"Yeah" I smiled. But shook my head fast. "Anyway"
"Okay but why do you have her post notifications on?" Brandon asked.
"I don't know"
"Mhm" they both mumbled.
"Just help me pick something out" I threw the shirts I had in my arms at them.
After deciding I wasn't going to worry about what I wore because it's my house and it's not a huge rager party. Throwing on a white t-shirt and blue plaid shirt with ripped blue jeans and adding a black dope hat I turned my bedroom light off, shut the door and went downstairs.
Sophias POV
"What do I say to him?" I asked Racquel from the passenger side of her jeep.
"Just say hi. He doesn't bite" she paused. "I don't think" she turned to look at me and laugh.
"Not funny" I crossed my arms.
"Okay we're here" I looked up from my lap and we had pulled into a driveway, but was stopped by a black gate. Racquel rolled down her window and put in the four digit code to open the gates. Justin must of given her the numbers.
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FanfictionSophia Miacova is a 21 year old from Miami, Florida who is very new to the modeling business. When she meets Racquel Natasha at a shoot in Miami they immediately click and she has a job opportunity for Sophia. As Sophia is living with Racquel in Los...