Want You Back

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"Jasmine, lean a bit more to the left...perfect! Now pop your hip a little more...that's it! And pout, sexy, sexy! We want sexy."

I ground my teeth together as I pursed my lips, lowering my chin to give the camera a sultry look. It was freezing in the studio today, and apparently no one thought to maybe put the heat up when models are posing in lingerie.

The photographer held up a hand to me, signalling for me to stay frozen while she glanced at the photos. She finally grinned and glanced up at me, "alright! Good job, Jasmine, we're all done for today. Excellent work, as usual."

I relaxed and wrapped my arms around my scarcely clothed body as an intern handed me my fluffy robe. "Thanks Kimmy," I murmured as Priscilla walked up to me, holding a hot chocolate. "You're a goddess," I praised, wrapping my fingers around the styrofoam cup eagerly.

She scoffed, "says the Victoria's Secret Angel."

I grinned at her comment and bid her farewell, making my way to my dressing rooms. Just as I stepped into the toasty room, my phone buzzed. "Hello, Jasmine Chambers," I answered briskly, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear as I unstrapped my unbelievably tall heels.

"Jasmine! Baby! It's your agent here. So, I have scheduled your meeting with 5SOS for this Thursday at noon at my office."

I paused, furrowing my brows. "Your office? Isn't that toon formal? Maybe more neutral territory?"

"No dice, kid. I don't trust those boys; this way I can at least step in if things get too intense for you."

"Thanks, Aud. I'll see you on Thursday." I said, feeling touched that she cared so much about my well-being.

I could practically see her corresponding grin. "See you then, Jazz. Be here ten, sharp." Then the line went dead.

[Thursday. Nine o'clock in the morning]

"Fuck," I cursed, popping my mascara wand back in the tube. I squinted at the black smear on my left eyelid, dabbing at it with a q-tip. Feeling satisfied that the black stain was nearly invisible, I exhaled through my mouth, my hands braced on the counter.

I could do this. It was just Luke. And besides, I had no reason to be nervous - he should be, not me.

I snatched my phone from its charger and opened it up, frowning at an email from Priscilla.

'Audrey wanted me to forward this to you. She says it's not a big deal, so don't worry! Good luck today, Pricilla xoxo'

Dread bubbling up in my throat, I clicked on the attachment, my eyes scanning the article title.

Victoria's Secret Introduces the Shortest Angel of All Time - Is It an Accident Waiting to Happen?

I tossed my phone onto my bed, fingers tugging at my hair; there was no point in reading the article now - it would just psyche me out further for my impending meeting with 5 Seconds of Summer. No point making my day even more stressful.

Although... I did have time before I had to head over. A little internet stalking of my ex-boyfriend and his band couldn't hurt, right? It was only for strategy purposes, of course.

A quick google search led me to dozens upon dozens of images of Luke, ranging from before we even dated to the present. Social media profiles popped up, with articles also showing up. My finger stilled over an article from late summer, the headline discussing Luke Hemmings' and current girlfriend, Arzaylea's breakup.

I hate to admit it, but a part of me found a sick satisfaction at news of their breakup. It's not a part I'm particularly proud of, but a part of me nonetheless.

As I scanned the article, my eyes turned to the size of saucers. Alleged cheating scandals; rumours of emotional abuse; and racism - the works. I frowned when screenshots from Twitter accounts were displayed; so it seemed Mr. Hemmgings hadn't changed at all since out breakup in 2015.

I closed the application and chewed at my bottom lip; why did it bother me so much? I shouldn't feel bad for Arzaylea - Luke cheated on me with her, after all. Doesn't that give me permission to hate everything about? Aren't I entitled to wishing for bad things to happen to her?

But for some reason, the news that Luke apparently had cheated on her just made the dread in my stomach increase tenfold.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts and stood up. Pocketing my phone and slinging my purse over my shoulder, I stepped out of my apartment, locking the door behind me. With my head held high and my sunglasses covering my eyes, I made my way towards a Starbucks; caffeine was a necessity for a meeting with my ex-boyfriend.

"Jasmine! Babe, good, you're here. And early at that! Oh, and you brought me a coffee? You're a doll, sugar," Audrey rambled, snatching the extra coffee from my hand.

I grinned, "how many have you had this morning, Aud?"

She took a long sip, "none, why?" She asked, giving me a curious look.

I merely shook my head at her, taking a seat as she settled behind her desk. "Alright, Jazzy, so how are you feeling? Did Priscilla send you the article? Have you had a chance to look it over?"

I shook my head, my fingers fidgeting around the white, styrofoam cup. "No, not yet. But I read the title; should I be worried?"

As usual, Audrey ignored my question and instead ploughed straight ahead, seeming content with my response. "Good, one less thing for you to worry about. Now, about the meeting. I'll do all the talking - you're just here to okay everything I say. Make sense?"

I nodded, sipping at my coffee, feeling my anxiety levels rise with every minute that passed.

We remained in tense silence until it was exactly ten o'clock.

One minute later there was a loud buzzing.

Audrey kept her gaze on me as she answered, telling the doorman to send the guests up.

"You gonna be okay, kid?"

I could only nod, my mouth parched.

Moments later, Audrey's assistant opened the opened the door.

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