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[NINE] : PORQUE TE AMO...

BRITNEY PLEETH

"OKAY THAT'S A WRAP." the photographer says and the crew starts to clap. Becca and i get up from our position and dust ourselves off from the ground.

"Britney that was amazing! maybe even better than Rebecca herself." the crew laughs and I do too but Rebecca cracks a sour smile and looks away.

"ugh i hope Calvin Klein has you again, you were a pleasure to work with." the photographer declines my hand that i offer him to shake and hugs me instead and i laugh into his shoulder.

he goes into the back room with a few of the camera crew and the stylists. the representative for IMG WORLDWIDE comes and claps her hands trying to settle us.

"so Britney, i am Patricia but you can call me a Patty. I've been on the phone with IMG and they have agreed to let you on after seeing your photos. and I have the contract right here if you're ready to sign it."

everyone cheers while i scream, jumping up and down and i look at Becca for support and she's speechless, not knowing what to say.

"thank you so fucking much!" i say and the representative for IMG cringes at my curse word and i bite the inside of my cheek.

"c'mon girlie." she wraps her arm around my shoulder and i follow her into the room, leaving Becca.

as we enter the room, she put the large piece of paper on the table and brings out a pink pen. "read it before signing it, just to make sure you agree with everything."

i read through it, skimming the letters and words, i bite my lip when i see something i disagree with, "i have to call you guys before i'm allowed to go to any other country?"

"yes for personal reasons." she flips her tawny blonde hair.

"okaaay," i drag out, a little uncomfortable with it. i then read the rest, comfortable with everything else. she sees that i'm done reading it and hands me the skinny pen.

"ready to sign?"

"yep, i'm ready to sign." i bring my hand down and sign my signature, the ink etching into the white paper.

"welcome to IMG, Britney."

•••

Ethan had dropped both Becca and i at his apartment and it wasn't as awkward as i'd thought it would be. they seemed familiar with each other, something in which was slightly weird.

we realised that the end of 2017 is approaching. so we started talking about what we need to leave in 2017.

"we need to leave dabbing. oh my fucking gosh i've never been so sick of a dance move before. we should've left that shit in 2016." Becca says, rolling her eyes. we agree, nodding our heads.

"we need to leave the song, Gucci Gang. legit i have heard that song way too many times." i say before adding, "and Bodak Yellow by Cardi B."

Ethan shakes his head, "no I still like Gucci Gang. Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang—" he begins to sing obnoxiously.

"shut up!" Becca and i stop him and we all start laughing.

Becca sighs and starts to gets up, packing all of her stuff, "i think i'm gonna go. me and Sarah planned to go to some Chinese restaurant."

"who's Sarah?" Ethan asks.

"our cousin."

"oh okay. it was nice meeting you, Rebecca." Becca pulls Ethan into a tight hug and I see his hands go further down than I would like. i clear my throat and they pull apart, Becca's cheeks going red.