Under pressure

18: Regionals (Part 2)

*The next day* 

Betty's POV 

"You ready?" FP asks me.

I nod, "Yeah," I say.

Me and Jor and FP go out of the hotel room and the hotel and get into his car. I sit in the back.

"Are you both sure that-" FP starts again.

"Yes, I'll stay with her. Chic and Jug need more help," Jordan says and I nod.

He sighs, "Okay," and starts driving us to my shoot.

*50 minutes later* 

"So we have these for you to get pictures in," Kevin (the sponsor) says.

I look at all the suits, "Wow," I say.

He chuckles. "Wait, she gets to keep all of these?" Jordan asks.

"Yes. And you're getting a card with what you can get more stuff free, so-" he looks at Jordan, "-be a good brother, maybe she'll lend it to you," he smirks.

I laugh and so does Jordan. "Right," he says.

"So which one first?" I ask.

"Here are wetsuits, boardshorts and bikinis, just bikinis, bathing suits.. And some are with the same style, just with other colours. We need for you to pick out one what you like the most," he says.

"Don't let her do that, she'll pick like the most bohiemian possible," Jordab says.

I nod. "Well then do that. Start with the wetsuits," Kevin tells me.

I nod, "Okay," I say. They go out of the room.

I take a black long wetsuit and get it on. Then I go out of the room into the other, where they wanted to do my hair a little.

So they brush it and put thr hairspray all over it and then tell me that I'm ready. I look into the mirror. Wow. I'm like one of those women in commercials.

"Do you wear makeup?" a woman asks me.

"Not really, it takes too much sleeping time away," I smirk and she laughs at me.

"Okay. At fiest we thought we'll do some, but Kevin said it has to be as natural as possible. So go out there ask if he wants some on you," she says.

I nod. I get up and go out of the little house. So I step on the sand. It's so windy in here. I close my eyes and down my head a little, so that the sand wouldn't get into my eyes.

And then the wind stops. I look up and a photographer takes a picture. I chuckle a little.

"They asked if I need makeup?" I ask Kevin.

"No makeup," he says. I nod with a smile.

*Time pass. 2:30PM* 

"Thank you so much," I say to Kevin.

"Thank YOU," he says and hugs me. "Now, I'll be there tomorrow. You're gonna crush it," he says with his Australian accent.

I chuckle, "I hope so," I say.

"You will. Now come on, you don't wanna be late to the competition," Jordan says.

I smile and jump into the car. FP starts driving almost immediatly.

"How was it?" he asks me.

"Awesome," I say.