Throw Me A Text

Chapter One

Finally. 7am has arrived and I've made it home a dreadful overnight shift at my local Aldi. 

A regular thing I typically do when I get home after a shift is check my emails. I've always dreamt of becoming a professional model. I have an agent who is always looking for my big break. 

Thankfully, there was something from Sierra. It said "Cassie, get your ass over to mine when you see this, we need to talk".

Sierra is not only my agent but one of my best friends. She was born in Spain and moved here when she was 7. She always tells me how much she loves Spain and that I must go sometime. She lives across the street from me which comes in handy. 

I quickly got changed into some comfortable clothes and headed to her house to speak to her.

After knocking, it only took a few seconds for her to answer the door. I knew she was just waiting for me to knock.

"Quick Cass, come in!" I followed her and sat down on her couch. "Okay, tell me, what's going on".

I could see her grinning from ear to ear. "First question, do you watch football?"

I gave her a weird look, how does she not know that I do?? I have Liverpool merchandise all over the house.

"Uh, yeah... of course I do". I responded, realising her grin was getting bigger.

"Lovely! What team do you support?" Again, I gave her another weird look. We both grew up and currently live in Liverpool, I don't know how you could go for any other team (well, in the PL, I understand if she goes for Barcelona).

"Liverpool, duh". I replied.

"You're going to love this then. So, you must know that Liverpool are teasing the release of the new kits for the new season in a few weeks and well, they need a female model to help...y'know...sell the look, I suppose. Anyways, I got you the job. The pictures will be taken this evening at Anfield. You will be modelling alongside whichever players they chose. Cancel work, this is important".

I sat there in disbelief. Speechless if I'm honest. This could change everything.