Human // c.d

26

I was in a skirt. A tight, whorish like skirt. How did I even get put in such a situation where half of my body is showing.

"C'mon, Bryant is one of the best photographers. You're going to love this." Nash squealed, and really I feel like he's my best friend at the moment. Helping me pick out what to wear and all.

I had a crop top on, a tight, short one. I honestly feel slutty and inappropriately showing my body off. But, on the other hand, I feel good about myself. For once in a lifetime.

"I don't want Cameron to see me like this." I said. Nash gave me some kind of stare that I couldn't put into words.

Bryant is apparently a photographer, and Nash had randomly slutty clothes for me to wear for a photo shoot in their living room. Nash told Cameron to wait outside of his room, and that he would be happy with what I'm wearing, and now I understand what he meant.

TWENTY MINUTES BEFORE.

"This is a nice photo." I walked around their apartment, taking in the photos hung on the walls and laid on desktops.

"Bryant is our photographer, he's literally the best." Nash said.

Cam sat on the couch, not even taking in my presence. He sure has the nerve not to speak to me. I thought maybe if I came here, he'd apologize and give me a good reason of why I was completely shut out of his life for three months. But no, he chooses to ignore me. Somehow I knew this was going to happen.

"Let Bryant take some photos of you." Nash brought up the crazy idea, but silly him for mistaking me for a girl that actually takes good photos. I've never had my pictures made, better yet taken. I'm not cut out for photo shoots, or at least the ones that are suppose to look good.

"I don't have any special clothes with me." I lied, I have about two dresses stuffed in my bags, but honestly this whole photo shoot thing doesn't sound fun to me. I'd make a fool of myself.

"I do! Mahogany left some clothes here! Well, not here, but a while back ago she needed a place to leave her clothes and I offered to let her use my suitcase, and I guess I still have them."

"You guess?" I laughed, "they may not fit." I tried every possible reason of why I couldn't. He'd catch on.

"She doesn't want to, she's not going to." Cam butted in, and the one time he talks, it has to be something rude.

My cheeks turned a red color, I could feel it.

"I will do it." I muttered, motioning for Nash to get the clothes. Cams eyes widened at my sudden interest, and I was happy to prove him wrong.

"Oh, and Cameron stay in here. You'll be happy with the results." Nash smiled, and me being confused, I just went along with it.

Nash opened the door to his room, and I joined along with him.

"This may be a little out of your protected lead, but it'll look good." He said, pulling what looked like a leather skirt and a short to match perfectly with it.

"Nash." I shook my head, "I don't think I can."

"Jessi. Cameron is being a total bitch right now. Put this on, and get out there, and show him what the hell he's missing."

"You noticed too?" My breathe was uneven, I grabbed the clothes from him.

"Indeed. Now go change in the closet." He said, and when he opened it, it wasn't a small spaced closet like I'd imagined it to be. It was fairly big, and gave me plenty of room to change.

"There's the light." He said, flicking the knob up.
I nodded, shutting the door.

END OF FLASHBACK*

"You look good. Now go." Nash shoved me out the door, and I almost fell face first. Embarrassed, I smiled anyways.

Cameron's mouth was wide open, but quickly closed when he noticed me looking at him.

"Looks better on her than Mahogany." Bryant said to Cameron, and he just nodded.

"It does." His nice words were not common, and I'm happy he thinks I look good. Or at least I think that he thinks that.

"So, are you ready?" Bryant asked, holding a camera in the palms of his hands.

"I don't know what to do." I shyly admitted, not caring if Cameron's eyes were glued to me, because they were.

"Okay." Bryant said, "Take a deep breathe."

I nodded.

"Calm down." He smiled, "Just be yourself. Smile." I took his advice, trying to calm myself.

I looked down at my uncovered body, trying to feel confident in doing this.

"I'll help her." Cameron muttered, standing from the stop he'd been in for at least an hour.

My breath hitched, and I felt the need to say no. But, I wasn't going to do such a thing.

He stood in front of me, touching me bare stomach.

"Deep breaths." He whispered, "breathe in, breathe out."

I did. I followed his soft worded instructions. His soft touch was hard to not focus on, and the words coming from his lips should be more on my mind.

"Let loose, hold my hand." His warm fingers grazed into mine, and it felt like heaven having him right now, but hell that he did wrong to me and we have yet to discuss about it.

I breathed in deeply, and I'd be wrong if I said he didn't notice. He saw the way my chest was rising fast, and the way my eyes blinked rapidly. He knew I was nervous. And part of me knew he liked making me feel that way. He liked the fact that I was intimidated by his stare on me. His touch on me. I hated the fact that just by one glance, could have me wanting the littlest thing of a kiss.

I'll never understand why he can do this to me, I'll never understand.