Shattered//Jack Silvagni

Chapter 3

"How long will you be gone again?" Jack asked, a disappointed look stretched across his face as he pulled me closer to his chest, tucking my smaller frame against his chest, away from the snooping paparazzi. Ever since it was announced I was becoming the new face of IMG modelling agency only 3 week ago, the paps have been obsessed with bombarding me with cameras to snap any photos they could of me, especially with Jack.
"It's only 2 weeks babe, I'll be back before you know it. All I have to do is attend a few meetings in New York with the head of the company, complete a few shoots, sign the contract and I'll be right back" I whisper against his chest.
"I have to go Jack, you know that, I've worked to hard to let it all go now." I add as Jack breathes out a long sigh
"I know, I know, and I'm so proud of you, I'm just going to miss you so much, everything is just moving so fast." He adds looking towards my bloated suitcase.
"I'll miss you too Jack, nothing is going to change". I mumble trying to convince not only him but myself as well as I stand on my toes and press my lips firmly against his as my fingers get lost in his dark hair, the sound of cameras going crazy surrounded us, but we weren't concerned about that. All we could concentrate on was each other, savouring these last few moments we have together.
"Last call for flight 257, Melbourne to New York, please aboard immediately." "That's my call."
I mumble with a pout upon my lips as Jack sucks in a large breath and forces a smile onto his face.
"Have fun baby, you'll do great I'm sure.
"Thank you Jack, I'll see you soon. I love you" I mumble against his lips.
"I love you too."

-8 days later-

"Perfect Lyla, that looks stunning just tilt your head more to the right just an inch, yes, right there, perfect! We've got all we need, thank you so much, and well done! Your a natural! These shots are just perfect for introducing you into the modelling world!" My extremely popish photographer, Demonic Bale gushed as he proudly showed me the final shoot for today, which may I add, looked amazing.

"Wow Dom, it looks incredible, thank you so much" I say before slowly making my way over to my makeup table and begin the process of discarding my make up.
"I can't believe it's one of your first ever shoots, you did fantastic, I just know you'll fit perfectly here!"
"Thank you Demonic" I mumble with a yawn, "it truly means a lot" I say with a polite smile. Ever since 8 days ago since I landed in the states, I haven't had 1 opportunity to sit down. As soon as my departure from the 22 hour flight, Pamela was already bombarding me with my timetable, which of course was booked from 7 to 7 every day for 2 weeks. It started with an overwhelming amount of press conferences, special guest appearances, model lessons including runway performances, contact signings and more. I knew this experience would be hectic but I never imagined it becoming as extreme as it has become. I've barely even spoken to Jack due to the time difference and both our busy schedules with him beginning his journey with Carlton, and I know he was beginning to get frustrated about it. He wishes I was home with him through this new chapter in his life, as I wish he was here with me. But I know that was impossible with both our demanding careers.
"You okay sweetie?" Pam asked with a sweet smile as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"I'm fine, I just miss Jack, that's all. I haven't really had the chance to talk to him. We're so used to seeing each other everyday, it's just strange" I explain as I force a small smile on my face.
"I know it's tough darl, but this is your dream! I know you love Jack and I know he loves you but your both still so young. Boys come and go, but these opportunities only come once in a life time."

-2 hours later-

"Ahh" I sigh as a flop on my lounge room couch, exhausted as I snuggle into Jacks Oakleigh chargers footy sweater I stole before the trip. I missed Jack so much, and being away from him for this long was killing me. We've been best friends since we were 4 years old when Jack was the only boy who let me play AFL at kindergarten when I hadn't mastered the English language yet. We've been joined at the hip ever since, leading to us beginning to date when we were 16. With these thoughts running through my mind I decided to ring Jack as I finally have a spare moment.
"Helloooooo, Jacks phoneeee" I hear a obviously drunk female chuckle over the line.
"Ahh, hello? Who's this, is Jack there please?" I ask as calmly as I possibly can when a unrecognisable female answers my boyfriends phone while I'm in a different country.
"Who's this?" The girl spits over the phone, venom dripping from her words.
"Bitch, who are youuuuuu" she slurs rudely just as I lost my chill but am cut short as a hear the familiar masculine voice echo in the background.
"Baby, who's on the phone?" Jack questions curiously.
"Baby?" I mumble as I quickly end the call. I've heard enough. So this is what his been up to? This explains why his been so distant, why he doesn't call me back. While I'm over here working my ass of this is what his up to? Rage spills through my body as a wicked idea falls together in my head as I quickly jump out of my apartment bed sheets and rush to my walk in closet.
"Two can play this game" I mumble. If Jacks having fun with some random girl back home, what's stopping me from having a little fun in an unknown city? I think as my eyes catch onto a cute little lavender number that finishes just about my knees that has a seductive slit down the left side, showing of my tan, slim limbs. As I slid on some lace Victoria secret panties I begin to question my plan. Normally I'm not like this, Jack is the only person who sees me like this, that I want to see me like this. What if I'm just overreacting? Instantly I snap out of my trance.
"Wake up Lyla, remember what you heard" I repeat to myself as I pare the number with some cute metallic pointed 6 inch heels and begin my hair and makeup, going with a wild, carefree type of look, resembling my mood.

"Perfect" I mumble to myself as I view myself in the mirror looking as hot and carefree as I feel. Tonight's about having fun and feeling free I remind myself as I slide my fake ID into my Gucci purse and strut out the door, dropping a scribbled note on my marble counter incase Pam wonders where I am, shortly informing her I'm heading out to town and to not to wait up for me.
"Taxi!" I yell as one arrives straight at my feet and I climb in.
"Where to miss?" The middle aged man asks.
"Wherever the biggest parties in New York go down" I state with a smile. Tonight's going to be to much fun.