He's Hot - I'm Not

Chapter 02

             His eyes are pitch black and sparkling. His shiny black straight hair falls over the eye and sparkles along. Energy shines all over him. He is the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen. With such strong muscles and action, well… he is chasing me. Yeah I’m telling you! A six foot huge pitch black horse is chasing me. Chasing me all the way down a long corridor. Wait…, a corridor? Hell yeah! A corridor, in a big building. But where? Who the hell cares where, I am running for my life here. I mean who wouldn’t? when a horse comes chasing you down… even in a corridor.

             I ran… I ran as fast as I could. End there, I hit the end of the freaking corridor. Now what? Oh wait… what’s that? Stairs! I climbed… no scratch that, I flew through the damn stairs. Ha haa! Horses can’t climb stairs. Or can they? Not that I can stay here to see that. I started running again. I ended up on the roof top. And I ran to the edge. Several feet over, there was another building. And here it goes. Just like in all those action movies, I am to jump over. I took several good steps back and started running, and with all my breadth held, I jumped over…

             I’m telling you, it would have been much better if it happened after I land on the other side. But before that, I woke up. At least the horse isn’t chasing me now.

             I turned over just to see what time it is. Good freaking Lord! Its 8.45 AM already. I’m an hour late for the photo shoot, which I should have attended two hours earlier. I reached out for my mobile phone. Where the hell is it? It should be right next to my pillow as it always does.

             “Carry on my wayward son…” And now its ringing. Wait… its coming from… under the bed…? Boy I must had have really made a big mess on the bed.

             And a CALL! Who could it be…? I am busted anyway what does that matters… I reached out for it and checked the caller ID, an unknown number. Oh well, at least it’s not Hilary… so I answered.

“Hello?”

             After a moment of silence, “It’s almost nine. And you are NOT here.”

             Uh oh! But who is this I have the numbers of the whole crew saved in my phone. But not this one, “May I know who this is?”

             Another tad bit of a silence was followed by “Who the hell do YOU think you are? I came here right at 7.45, and should I remind you that you should be here at least another hour earlier than that? Honey, that is your job. Not mine.”

Holly crap! I know that voice! “Frank???”

And simply with a “why am I wasting my time on you?” he hung up!

Seriously??? Is that dude for real?

             I‘ve never been late before. And just for this once, he talks to me like that??? Freak! Him and his golden time!

             Hurriedly, I got ready and left to the set. The shoot was halfway through by then. Frank glared each time he saw me. And I, simply ignored. Its funny how he makes those I’ll-burn-you-down-to-ground looks and still poses. It gives more of an effect into it then. He looks kinda hot though, when he is glaring.

             Hours passed with the ignoring act. And I realized how jobless it makes me. Funny.

             Honestly, I got bored sitting and standing here and there like a total stranger, because Frank had arranged everything in advance. All the costumes for the whole shoot, hung on hangers with the matching accessories, with shoes and belts. Even the used ones. Choosy bugger needs everything clean and neat. Usually that’s my job. Making sure that he has every need arranged properly, starting from clothes to food. Told you it’s a job of a servant.

             Finally the shoot was over.

             I started to pack things up. Sorted the jackets and coats to fold. And I didn’t see Frank coming until he grabbed the jacket away from me. “Hey, let me fold it. Have to pack these.”

And he daggered me with a “And who are you to touch my things?”

             “It’s my job remember? To go here and there carrying your stuff, like an I-don’t-know-what. So give that to me and go change your costumes cause I need to pack that one too.” I answered and pulled the jacket back.

             “NO! I can do it myself. If I could carry all of them all the way here and do the rest of it myself, I think I can handle further.” He said.

“Simply because I got late for just once? Which was like hours ago and you are still mad at me?” I asked.

             “Whatever” he said and left. Yeah, just like that, he left. Freak.

             I finished packing up and sent them back to the stores, and waited in the lobby for Frank. He has a press party scheduled for tonight. He better get dressed right away because he might get late otherwise. And for that he wouldn’t be late for any cost. Cause for that, Jake Russo was to come. Which he wouldn’t miss of course.

             Finally, after taking almost an eternity, he came to the lobby and went passed me. And wait, with a t shirt and a denim “Why are you dressed like that?” I asked him.

“And you care because?” he shot at me.

             “Fine! I don’t care. Really. I really don’t care about your damn schedules and freaking dinner parties with freaking Jake Russo! I really freaking don’t!” and I’m pretty sure that the last part I said way louder than loud itself. And his expressions changed rapidly.

“Shit!” was his response. And for the first time of the day, he smiled at me. And ran back into the dressing room.