If I run

Chapter 4 ( Collin)

Her childhood must of been rough, all that talent... so many expectations. I came from a family with basically no talent, so when I actually got into the school it was a huge surprise and my parents were over joyed. Maria Reynolds, everyone knew her, not that talented at all but that's why we loved her, there was no competition with her. In our world of fine arts, modeling is like the disowned weird cousin, it's portrayed as useless, and not challenging, we were all very wrong about that.

As I watched her teach, I had no clue what she was saying most of the time, but all the little girls were being cute and seemed to love her, I took my phone out and took a picture at the end when they were all hugging her. "so you speak french?" I asked when she changed back into her regular clothes "yes, and Italian, German, Russian, Chinese, Portuguese, Hindi, Latin, and a few others" she walked out, leaving me to follow behind her "why does a model need to know all those languages?" "well they don't, I know some that can barely speak their own, but I thrive for more then what's expected, which is why I'm still in college, getting different degrees" she said walking into a small cafe " what do you want?" "coffee, black" she frowned at me "boring" " Café noir et thé earl grey, deux crissonts" " un moment" the man spoke exasperated and we waited for a minute before walking back to the park "what do you mean by different degrees?" " Art, music, philosophy, physics, I love learning things, and modeling pays really well, that photo shoot today, will have one to three good pictures, each one pays for a class in school," "but how do you live?" " there is always left over money and I make it from dancing at shows and teaching, Im well off, besides I'm going to have all the degrees I want next month, because I will have finally finished" she said smiling "congratulations, now are you one of those models that doesn't eat?" I asked and she choke on her tea "god no, I have a high metabolism, I'm always dancing and walking everywhere, I'd nearly pass out if I starved" she laughed shaking her head " I have to go meet some friends, so do you have enough for today?" "you have friends? I though everyone hated you?" She smiled slightly "all the models do... but my friends, are not models... they're much more real..." seeing my confused expression she sighed "why don't you just come with me, it's less confusing if you meet them" taking my hand and pulling me up from the ground, she started leading me down the street. It was getting dark as she hailed a taxi " south bound 24" she spoke softly and the taxi sped away in a way that was worse than New York, I swear "hey les hats ce est Collin, hes américain" walking up to a table where other extremely tall people sat, I now know why their friends "hello" they all said smiling " Je suis désolé pour vous, il doit avoir une petite bite" one of the girls asked and they all started laughing as Abigail turned bright red "what is she saying?" I asked as Abigail seemed to be even more embarrassed "so.. she just said, she feels sorry for me because you must have a tiny dick" she whispered and my face turned red "I'll have you know..." she cut me off "Jesus Christ, Kitty, I'm not fucking him" she threw back a drink of something "well my bad, he looks like your type and you said he was American" the girl spoke in a British accent which seemed very odd "kitty here, is a baker, her grandfather is Paul McCartney" Abigail informed me "Jeanette is a show girl, Keith is a museum curator , Devon is a construction manager, and Lila, dear sweet Lila, is the chef and owner of this restaurant and bar" she said as Lila blushed "Devon and Lila are the only actual French ones... kitty, is obviously British, Jeanette is from LA and Keith is From London" another round of drinks was placed on the table in front of us "so if you two aren't fucking, then what are you doing?" Kitty asked, obviously having no filter "Bad Kitty Cat!" Abigail practically exclaimed as they all burst into laughter " no but seriously why is he like... don't mean to be insensitive... but why is he here?" she said "because he used the Dancers Favor and is now writing a book about me and I'm refused to interrupt my life" "so you dance? Abigail, why aren't you fucking him... we've seen Jeanette's dancing friends that aren't gay" kitty yelled at her "god damn it Kitty, could you stop being so insensitive for a moment!" Keith yelled at her and they both started fighting with their British accents saying insulting things which then turned to French at some point and ended when Kitty slapped Keith " he doesn't dance he writes which is why he's writing a book... he has a dancers favor with me because we went to school together" Abigail told them and all their heads turned towards me in the most judging manner "the school where everyone hates you?" kitty asks " no just the girls hated her we were graded completely differently so we didn't care about miss top of the class" I smiled "was she really as ugly as she claimed?" Kitty asked leaning close to me "uh, well she had the big glasses and the braces and never wore any make up..." "I told you, I was an ugly duckling " she said drinking more... and more.

"ok guys, I'm trying this on you, I have no clue if its any good" Lila announced coming out from behind the private bar where we were and placing a plate in front of us, kitty reached over and cut a piece off "Kitty careful, your going to burn your self" Abigail warned reaching for her drink "oh Abby relax, I burnt myself enough with chocolate today I won't even notice" she said biting into it "holy shit.... that's bloody hell hot" she said a second later drinking water and anything else she could find "serves you right" Keith muttered "ok what is your guys problem, you have been fighting constantly for days!" Abigail asked " its absolutely nothing" Kitty said bitterly "no it's not nothing and I'm tired of you pretending it is nothing!" Keith said "well you know what why don't you tell them, it never mattered that much anyway!" kitty said "it never mattered! then what the bloody hell were you saying last night! it certainly seemed to matter last night!" Keith yelled "go to bloody fucking hell!" Kitty yelled getting off of the chair and running up a staircase marked roof "what the hell Keith!" Jeanette asked slapping him and walking up to the roof along with Abigail and Lila.