Not Mine (Completed)

Chapter 30

I spent the whole weekend hanging out with Layne. After I came home from the non-existent date with Wes, Layne and I hung out in my room and talked the whole night.  Layne called Wes every name under the sun. She was so pissed. I didn't really want to say much.  Wes did try to call me multiple times that weekend, but I didn't bother picking up.  I was humiliated and disappointed. Wes rejected me that night. He changed his mind when it was obvious I was not up to his standards. In my head, I kept blaming how I look like as the reason for Wes' rejection. Maybe if I was thinner, or more fashionable, Wes would not feel so embarrassed showing me off.  I just kept the opinion to myself. If I tell Layne, she would dismiss the idea and say that's not it.

On Sunday, Layne had a photo shoot for a newly-launched perfume. She finally started doing her modelling again after Shelby promised to stay out of it and to keep her thieving hands off Layne's money. She dragged me with her. She even invited Matt and Frankie and Ashley along.  It was pretty cool since I've never been to a modelling shoot before.

"Oh, wow! This studio is huge!" I wondered aloud as we entered a huge warehouse with people bustling around. Everybody looked busy and important. Matt and I looked like fish out of water. It was the first time we have ever been to a modelling shoot, so it's all new to us. Frankie and Ashley looked right at home. Ashley even knew some of the people working there. Even in a kiss and hug basis with the photographer. Frankie was blase' because when he was a kid, he used to model kids' clothes for catalogs.  He was a very cute kid. And even now as a teen, he could model again if he wanted to.  And quite unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for some female models to start flirting with Matt. 

"Oh my God, seriously? It's like they've never met a guy before in their life!" Layne grumbled as she walked up to the photographer, named Alan Winston.  I glanced at Matt who was swarmed with 3 gorgeous models, all vying for his attention.  I bit back a chuckle. I knew Layne's jealous. Matt had been at her beck and call ever since the day we rescued her in the bathroom. He's always following her like a faithful dog and even tolerates her abuse.  

"You jelly.." I said teasingly and laughed when Layne smacked me on the shoulder and walked off all huffy when Dane Marsh, the photographer's assistant called her over. I sat near the snacks table and took a small cupcake. I nibbled absently on it as I watched the activities around me. I haven't had much appetite since Saturday and couldn't be bothered to eat proper food.

It was fun to watch the photoshoot. Layne looked really good. She has been modeling since she was 5 years old, so it's hardly surprising how good she was. While I was mindlessly playing around with my phone, a hand grabbed my arm. I looked up and saw Matt grinning at me. He tugged at me to stand up and when I did, he dragged me along with him. Then he pushed me into the makeup chair and I looked at him, mystified.

Suddenly, Aidan, the chatty makeup artist came at me and started picking and prodding at my face. He scared me so I didn't dare stop him. I just let him manhandled me and hoped for the best.  He spent about half an hour slapping makeup on my virgin face. Then, suddenly, he stopped and motioned for me to look into the mirror. I did and almost did a double take. Damn! Is that me?

"Wow..Addy! You look hot!" Frankie said as he came up behind me, looking at me in the mirror. I blinked my eyes, confused. I didn't look overly different. But I look like the much, much, MUCH better version of me. My face was slimmer..contouring works wonders. And my eyes were deep, smoky and sultry. I looked like a total babe. Suddenly I heard a squeal and saw Layne running towards me. She hugged me from behind and continued squealing.

"Oh my God! Addy, you look so gorgeous! Thanks so much Aidan! You are a genius!" Layne said breathlessly as she stared at me in the mirror, wide-eyed. I was at loss for words.