Jack, Avery, and Lauren left around midnight last night and I told her to call me when they get home. I'm sad their not here, but I know they have to get back home and we also have some things to take care of.
A flashback of last night plays in my head.
After everyone got out of the pool they went inside. Reece and I were walking alongside the pool and he shoved me in. He jumped in after me and pushed me under the water. He pulled me up by my hair and shoved me down once more before swimming to the steps.
I swim to the edge, trying to catch my breath. Reece heads inside and I climb out.
He will kill me one day.
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I grab my laptop and search online for jobs. One offer catches my eye and I click on it.
Modeling job. We'll advertise your photos and you'll get paid.
I look at all the dresses and they are all so pretty. It also tells you three steps you can follow to apply.
I decide to apply and I send in my application. A message pops up telling me that someone will call me by tomorrow at ten to let me know if I'm in.
The only drawback is that it's located in New York. It's only two weeks, but Reece might have a fit.
I find Reece in his office so I walk in and take a seat.
"I have some news," I tell him.
"What's that?"
"A job. A modeling job in New York for two weeks," I say.
"When does it start?"
"Next week so I have three days to pack."
"I'll tell everyone tomorrow I'll be gone for two weeks then," He's says getting up.
"You're going too?" I ask.
"Of course." With that he leaves.
I head upstairs and into my walk-in- closet. I look through my clothes deciding what I should pack.
I grab my suitcase and lay it outside the closet door. I'll pack tomorrow and Friday. We have to leave Saturday because it starts Sunday.
With or without Reece, I'm going.
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