If I run

Chapter 2(Collin)

I was sick of it all I really don't want to write this stupid book. I haven't wrote anything decent in a year, even my text messages are crappy. That's why I probably got this assignment, to try and get me out of this stupid rut. But I don't know if it would even work, your supposed to write what you know, but what the hell do I know about modeling? I may of gone to a fine arts high school but it was dancing, acting, singing, instrumental, and creative writting! No modeling anywhere... Yes I've met a few had one night stands with Victoria's Secret models a couple times, but their as dumb as hell. It's a good thing they're pretty because that vacant look in their eyes isn't an act.

I feel like I've seen that Abigail girl somewhere, but it was probably from a shoot. I honestly can't believe she actually walked out. she has to be either extremely dumb or just think its below her... what an idiot.

"why did she just leave?" I asked the eager group of models sitting in front of me "dont mind her, she doesn't even speak English" one of them said with a thick French accent. "she's extremely boring an would make a terrible book." They said continuing to try and draw the attention away from Abigail, obviously there was something about her interesting or they wouldn't be saying any of that.

After hearing all of their reasoning for why they should get a book, I was done with them selling themselves. "we'll let you know later...who we choose" I announced, grumbling they left dragging their bags, smoking their cigarettes till death.  

As we sat in a restaurant discussing who to write about I could help but ask... "Marcus tell me something about that Abigail girl that actually is true"  "well for one, she does speak English. Actually she's an American, their all jealous of her... hate her actually, but she's a sweet girl, talented and can nearly do anything... but other then that I can't tell you much, she usually keeps to her self" he shrugged drinking his champagne glancing over the menu.

By the end of the dinner I had made up my mind, if I was going to write about a stupid model, might as well be American. "when do you work with her next?" He smirked "tomorrow, at the Eiffel Tower 9 am, I'm assuming I'll see you there" he asked drinking more "unfortunately I will..." Getting up from the table, I left going to the hotel... alone.

Maybe if I had a last name to go with the face I could figure out where I've seen her before... tomorrow, I can do it then... just some sleep... if I can get it... or I'll just stay up and stare at the tv not understanding a word due to the French factor.

I was at the Eiffel Tower at 9 am, 30 minutes early as drilled in my head. So was Abigail. "why are you here early?" I sat down next to her on the ground "exactly the same reason you are...." she didn't even bothering to look up from her sketch of the tower as she spoke sharply. " so you are American... they all said you didn't speak English" " listen Collin, I know who you are, I know how you are, and I'm not helping you with that book" she spat walking away...

so I followed her, more like chased her down, what she said had taken me back for a moment "so we have met before?" I knew it " yes Collin we have, every single day of preschool, elementary and high school " she smiled very fakely which took me back even more "what's your last name!" "Reynolds" "Abigail Reynolds...wait were you that really nerdy girl with the big glasses, always taking extra classes, top of the class, extremely shy and tall?" laying down on the grass I waited for my confirmation "yes that's me, the ugly duckling that is still hated" she laughed a little "All the girls were extremely jealous of you, teachers favorite, perfect on point...." I sighed "oh please don't remind me, I hate talking about the past, this is my future" she motioned her arms around Paris with a smile "and you still won't let me write about you?" I was close to begging as she sighed " the top of the heap is extremely lonely, I'm already hated enough... besides who on earth would want to read a boring story about a model? you must of really sunk low" she cracked a smile at the last part " So I'm stuck in a rut and I can't get out, I've had writers block for the past year... this may be my last shot" rubbing my eyes I looked at the clouds floating above us "conquérir peur for gloire" she spoke softly "what does that mean?" I asked honestly confused "conquer fear for glory..." "Well that's a nice thought, but I'm not scared, I'm just stuck...I'm sorry but I'm going to have to pull the dancers favor" I announced and her mouth dropped "you wouldn't" she looked as though she could murder "oh I would" I said with a smirk, the dancers favor was binding, usually in between a ballerina and her partner, since there was so much trust between the two, they had to do anything for the other. " You are the devil" she spat, glaring at me before getting up and walking closer to the tower where Marcus had arrived.