My Fav. Bitch

Chapter Seven: Fun Night

"Get ready, girls." Alejandra Nix clapped, shoving through the bevy of girls. "We are gonna run the way, runway girls. And of course," she made a dramatic pause. "Show them what you are made of." The girls cheered.

Alejandra Nix, my other best friend, and assistant.

She had been there for a long time. A really long time, longer than Ella. Friends from diapers actually.

We knew each other since my Granny took me to Busan, South Korea when my parents were having difficulties taking care because they were young, too young to have me, apparently.

I mean who does that. I was not even two yet.

Her granny was friends with my granny. Her mother worked as a fashion designer in a small clothing factory there in Busan. We hanged out together in her mom's workplace. When we were old enough, we started playing with her mother's clothing material to make clothes for our shared dolls.

That was before I left Busan.

I moved to NY city and continued my middle school where I had met a sassy redhead, Ella Brown.

We attended high school together. I had a three year degree in Fashion designing, after which I had my Bachelor in Fashion Designing for two years. Sophia had opened a store for me with my own clothing line.

I had kept contact with Jandra. I called her over to NY because I couldn't do it alone. Moreover, she was the reason I had taken in fashion designing in the first place.

We are currently preparing for our second launch. Our first launch was successful, thanks to Sophia's connections and Ella's face.

Ella is a top model. Her modeling was enough to get attention from customers. She even made obligatory I make her clothes. She loves class, glam and uniqueness. This way she gets to have an exclusive wear.

I had lots of order for dresses from the rich folks and their spoilt, bitchy daughters. But who cares! I get to bitch back when they come for fitting, with a smile on my face, of course.

Making them wear ridiculous wears and have them model for them while I secretly take a video of them.

What?

I get to have good laugh out of my little gig.

"Hey, girls!" A very familiar redhead struted in, carrying a baggage of what I assumed to be snacks, her poor James holding as many baggages as possible.

Thinking of a devil!

"Let's have a snack break!" Ella yelled. I rolled my eyes. The girls quickly dispersed to hurriedly change so they could have some snacks.

"You know," Jandra started, moving to the snack table where James had dropped a fruit juice machine. How did he get that so fast? "-for a model, you eat too much."

"My point exactly." I butted in, mid-snack. "By the way, these oreos are marvelous." I groaned, licking my fingers.

They both look at me, with identical expression of mortification. "I haven't even unpacked yet." Ella cried. "See!" She turned to Jandra. "She eats all the food I get. If only I could have her body, especially that ass." She said the last part more to her self.

"Oh, you want my short legs and extremely large ass?"

"If we are talking about that hot ass of yours, I'm definitely in."

Vazquez!!

I rolled my eyes as he went to Ella and hugged her from behind, holding her waist.

"I thought I informed you need not to come. At least not yet." I stated, matter of factly. "Why are you here?"

When I told him I had work, he thought it was the launch and he dramatically thought I wasn't going to invite him. I explained to him it was just a mock launch, he needn't come.

"If I'm going to answer that, you will tell me where you were three nights ago?" Vazquez retorted.

The girls rushed out of the dressing room and made a beeline to the table containing snacks. I took that as my cue to run away. I wasn't afraid.

It's not like I haven't hooked up before. It's just that I don't like talking about this guy at all. There is something about that guy. I can't, quite, place a finger on it.

"Watch your calories, girls. You don't wanna have a fat ass like someone out." Jandra exclaimed. The girls went into fits of giggles.

"What is wrong with you guys and my ass, today?" I cried.

"And you just avoided a truckload of question waiting for you, sweetie?" Jandra asked out of nowhere.

I sighed defeatedly. "I guess I can't avoid this forever."

"Not a chance." Ella said, sipping her drink.

*  *  *  *

"What?"

"That's my bitch."

Came Jandra's and Ella's responses respectively.

They turned to glare at each other, then turn to me. They are not exactly fond of each other which I think is because of their view on things.

Jandra is pretty much modest and calm. But, Ella, as far as am concerned, she is pretty loud and um.. Less modest?

I just told them about my little sex escapade with hot perverted stranger in Cuba when Ella practically shoved us into her car and drove to the nearest coffee shop.

"Did you suck him?" Ella asked, eyes wide like a fan girl meeting her celebrity crush for the first time ever.

As much as I want to share my story, I don't think I feel comfortable talking about this, especially in front of a very familiar blue eyed brunette guy.

Vazquez!

Ella turned to him, taking in his wide grin. "Why are you still here by the way?"

She stole that question right from the tip of my tongue. What was he still doing here, exactly?

"How about we take a detour to the club to continue this conversation? I might be lucky and get my hot jerk." Ella paused, raising a questioning brow.

Just when I opened my mouth to confirm my approval, my phone chimed.

Be on time for dinner.

Dinner? I had no plan for dinner.
What dinner?

I looked at the contact info. My lovely sister!

Oh, what have I done in my past life to be invited to a family dinner!

My finger hit the send button immediately.

I didn't wait for her to reply. It's not like she ever does.

I threw my friends apologetical looks.

I bet they have an important client to win over today.

I might as well have fun tonight!