Say My Name Again.

Silence

As I sat re tattooing 'DROP DEAD' across Oliver's hand an uncomfortable silence hung dead in the air. I felt Oli's eyes watching my every move, he wasn't new to the pain of getting a tattoo. I hummed along to Blessed With A Curse. 'So I'm doing a shoot in London's new Drop dead... And well you clearly have the look I was wondering if you wanted to take part...' I put the pen down and looked at him in disbelief, me? A model for drop dead?! No I couldn't I wasn't as skinny as the other models I've seen on the website, I had scars on my legs what if they saw? I couldn't. 'Alex?' Oli laughed poking me. I looked at him nervously 'uh no I can't.' He looked insulted, 'why not? I will pay you for it if that's what it's about.' 'No it's not that.' 'Then what?' 'I don't know-' 'Just come down and give it a shot.' I looked at him and he smiled. I gave in and nodded. 'Excellent well I'll talk to James for you then we can go.' 'What now?!' 'Yeah when else.' I sighed and stood up. 'Okay.' 'Alexandra I can promise you. You'll fit in perfectly.' I looked at him glaring, 'My name is Alex.' 'Whatever you say sweetheart.' He chuckled making my fist clench.

When we got to Drop Dead it was busy with people setting up for the photo shoot wearing the new range. Everyone greeted oliver as he walked through with me dragging my feet behind. 'Your clothes are over there...' He said as he pointed to a dressing room. 'You don't know my size.' 'Perfect that's your size now hurry up.' I looked at him and he nodded at the room showing no true emotion to what he had just said. I got to the changing room and saw my first outfit was skinny jeans torn on the thighs then a jumper with the words 'Eat shit.' On the front in a run down paint font, guess I have an outfit for the next family event. Walking out I saw Oli talking to the photographer before turning his attention to me. I quickly looked away and at the other models. 'Suits you.' 'Thanks' I laughed looking at him. 'Hows your hand?' 'Alright. I probably shouldn't be using my hands right now.' 'Yeah... Are you going to be modelling today then?' 'Might do... New swim shorts, allows everyone to see all of my tattoos.' 'Cool.' I watched as a slight smirk formed on Oli's face.

The photo shoot was going well I wasn't a natural but I wasn't the worst. I got to the changing room for my last outfit I looked and all I could see was a bikini. I paled. I was doing this one with Oli, it's why he smirked. I can't pull out now. I sat down and put my head between my legs and started to breathe slowly. I was really pale. I suppose everyone modelling these clothes are. My scars would be seen. I was so lost in my own world I didn't hear Oli knocking for me. I stood and put the bikini on. I looked okay I guess. My hair ran down my back and my hands shook. I opened the door to see oli waiting he sighed then looked at me jumping slightly. Looking me up and down made me more nervous. 'Alex...wow....' I blushed slightly but felt his eyes on my legs which made me cover my scars with my hand. 'Just make your left side your best and I'll stand beside you.