Victoria's Secret Angel

Fourteen

(Tony's POV)

The Press Conference went on without a hitch. Andrea didn't show up for unknown reasons so I took the opportunity to tell everyone my side of the story and clear my reputation. The reporters seemed satisfied with my answers to their questions, but their attention was on the empty chair beside me: Andrea's chair.

I didn't know what to think when they told me she decided not to come. Firstly, I was angry that she didn't show up, and I know she'll make up some kind of sob story like her dog died or something to get sympathy from everyone. However, she also would have been distraction for me. Without her there, I was able to take control over the meeting.

As I walk out of the building where the meeting was held, I take out my phone and send Kendal a quick text that everything went well. She responds quickly saying that she's glad.

I slide into the backseat of my BMW next to Ace. "You going to see your father now?" he asks.

"Why the hell would I do that," I answer without looking up from my phone. I'm not in the mood to deal with my dad or his stupidity today. All he's been doing is giving me trouble. I just need him to retire. Now. "Besides, he all the way across the country."

Ace gives me a worried look and shakes his head. "You know, you can't keep avoiding him like this. If you don't deal with your anger with him soon it's gonna find another outlet. And you won't be able to control it when it comes out."

I ignore him.

The only person I want to see right now is Kendal. She's all I've been thinking about since yesterday. I fell for her even harder when I saw her dance in the studio. She looked so angelic, and I could tell she has immense passion for dance.

It makes me feel even worse that Kendal had to go through all that shit with Andrea. She doesn't deserve it.

"Just take me to the Loveanna house."

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(Kendal's POV)

I stare at the unfinished essay on my computer screen and groan. After everything that's been going on a term paper on nutrition is the last thing on my mind. I've been struggling for hours on it and it still sounds like bullshit. But I guess that's what every college essay sounds like.

Bubbles start popping up on the screen as it goes into sleep mode. If I leave it alone for a few more minutes the screen will turn black. I touch the mouse pad and my essay returns. Blah. Should of let it turn off. 

Sighing, I slide off my thick rimmed glasses and rub my tired eyes. I didn't get a chance to watch Tony's conference on tv this morning but I'm glad he texted me to let me know how it went. It makes me believe that I'm on his mind as much as he is on mine.

Shaking that ridiculous thought from my head, I decide that going for a run will do me good both physically and mentally. I haven't always been into running for fun, but over the past few weeks Jasmine has been pushing me to do it. She believes it is good for the mind.

After changing clothes, I stretch my muscles and head outside. The air is cool, perfect for a jog along the beach. I shove my ear buds in and start jogging down the sidewalk. Once I get to the beach, I walk through the warm, dry sand and don't pick up my pace again until I reach the wet sand. 

Luckily, the beach isn't crowded at all, so my run is relaxing and surprisingly takes my mind off things. I feel completely at ease, that is, however, until I collide with someone running opposite of me. I guess I'm not the only one whose mind went completely blank for a minute. We both fall backwards, our butts digging into the sand.