I Am Not Interested [Francisco Lachowski & Selena Gomez]

Chapter 2

T H E N E X T M O R N I N G

My phone was ringing. I opened my eyes and got out of the bed of that guy I still don't know the name of. I grabbed the blanket and put it around me on my way to my purse that was lying on the ground across the room.

"Hello" I whispered not wanting that guy to wake up.

"Clary, where are you? You have to be here in 20 minutes you will begin to work today with L'Oreal. you forgot that?" Julie said frustrated. My eyes widened. I totally forgot that. Shit.

"Shit..uhhh..tell them I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm on my way!" I said and quickly hung up. I put on my underwear and my crop top and high waisted skirt from yesterday. I grabbed my purse and quickly walked out of the flat. I didn't care how I looked like. Today was my first day with L'Oreal and I'm already running late.

"Taxi." I made a hand sign towards the taxi car and quickly got in the backseat. I told the man the location and he drove off. Thankfully it wasn't that far away. I quickly gave him some money and ran out and into the building. As I finally arrived at the studio I ran in and saw them from far.

"I'm here! I'm here!" I yelled to them and they looked at me. The photographer was still making everything ready for the photoshoot. Julie came towards me and looked at me with a raised brow.

"I don't even wanna know what you did. Anyway, go get ready!" She said and I walked to the dressing room. Lucas was sitting in one of the seats that were in front of the mirror almost ready. He saw me on the mirror and turned around. He smirked as he saw me.

"Had a good night?" He teased. I looked into mirror and saw just now that I totally looked like sex.

My hair was all messy and I still had the clothes from yesterday on which I guess he noticed.

"Shut up" I said sternly and he put his hands up in surrender. I rolled my eyes and went to the stylist who gave me my first outfit. I quickly out it on and sat down in front of the mirror. The hairstyler came and began to style my hair. And another woman did my make-up. After almost 20 minutes I was done. I ran to the photographer where Lucas stood and greeted him. He seemed to be around my age, which was new to me cause almost all photographers I worked with were over 30. He smiled at me and shook my hand. He said nothing about my delay which was a relief. Then Lucas got in position. We thankfully started with him cause now I can drink some coffee. I sat down on a high, black, wooden chair that were close to the photographer. His name's Ryan by the way. I watched the shoot. I hate to admit it but Lucas' doing really good and his hair looked soft and silky. Just perfect for this product. I could see all the photos Ryan took on the screen of his mac. Some were with Lucas laughing which looked kinda cute but still professional. An hour later they finally stopped.

"Alright you can take a break while it's Clarissa's turn." Ryan said to him and he just nodded. I got off the chair after the hairstylist whose name is Tyler checked my hair for a last time.

"Good then. Are you ready?" Ryan asked and I replied with a yes. I made my poses while he took photos. He told me some jokes and some funny stories that happened to him throughout the shoot which made me laugh. I already loved working with Ryan. He was really a refreshing photographer. My mood was much better now. Then I noticed from the corner of my eyes that Lucas was now sitting on that chair. After an hour Ryan said we could take a 30 minutes break. I grabbed my purse from yesterday and looked for my cigarettes but as I opened the boy I saw that there were non inside of the box. Fuck. Then that woman that made my make-up walked past me. She was also really young, around her 20s.

"Hey uhh Joyce, Jo. Can I call you Jo?" I asked.

"Sure. What do you need?" She asked and smiled at me.