Infinite

Chapter 1

A/N: In my story Tiffany is in the Vampire Diaries, and is another Caroline type character.

 

Xxx - L

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My phone was buzzing on the glass table as if it was having a seizer. I sighed as I turned it over to check that no one had died. Why am I always so anxious? I wondered to myself. My eyes flittered around the obnoxiously large office that was on the 32nd floor; the view of LA was killer.

“Alright Miss Kelly, I just need you to sign these last few papers before you are part of our team,” The president of the modeling firm instructed me.

“Sure, but please call me Monica,” I replied.

I signed the vast amounts of paperwork before receiving a firm handshake and sent on my way. I was also instructed to arrive at some warehouse tomorrow by 1pm for headshots. I walked out of the glossy white office building and onto the busy streets of LA. What am I supposed to for the rest of the day?  I thought to myself. I got it, I will see if Marc would want to do anything, I decided.

I pulled out my phone and texted my best friend:

 Hey, want to do something? I am finished and need to go shopping you in? xx

 

It only took a matter of minutes before he replied:

Oh, babe sure. There is supposedly a great Madison here! OMFG we have to go! Meet u @Tauscher Chocolates & Café! xx

I smiled to myself and tried to hail a cab in this busy city. I eventually got one and took it to the café that Marc had suggested. The double doors swung open and I walked inside to spot Marc waving at me in our usual table in the corner.

“Hey Bitch,” Marc said when I sat down at the table.

“Hey, Babe,” I repied.

We talked for a while until I finally said that I was going to get us drinks.

“Can I please have a..” Marc started.

“A iced quad non fat caramel macchiato.” I finished and got a gleaming smile in reply.

I joined the end of the queue, to order the coffees when a guy in a leather jacket pushed in front of me. I was quite annoyed by this so decided to confront him on it so I tapped his shoulder. When he turned around I realized whom it was. Ian Sommerhalder. No, he isn’t allowed to cut the line, I told myself.

“You know that there is a line for a reason right?” I said trying to muster as much strength so I wouldn’t go all fan girls on him.

He gave me his signature-dazzling smile.

“You know who I am right?” He said.