"lockscreen" {P.JM}

Setting The Lockscreen;

Busy traffic and dozens of people passing by, y/n continued walking as a yawn escaped her mouth. She readjusted her earbud, which was slowly falling out her ear before wrinkling her nose and breathing out, letting the cold air exit her lungs.

"Omg, how many meetings do I need with my manager regarding one shoot?"

y/n thought to herself before opening the door to the café she goes to at least 4 times a week to meet with her manager Hailey.

~ inside café - y/n's pov

Not really listening to my manager's words, I sat there looking out the window as she put 2 papers in front of me.

"y/n? You need to sign these, otherwise you won't get a chance to model for this company." 

Hailey said sternly as she placed a pen next to the papers. I nodded casually as I grabbed the pen and started reading the first few lines of the papers. Soon enough, my eyes widened as I read the amount of money I'd be getting out of this.

~ flashback; 2 months ago

"y/n, I'm being serious, modeling could totally be your thing!" Leia, my best friend said to me before taking another sip of her strawberry milkshake.

"You'll probably meet loads of other hot models as well." she continued, smirking.

"Shut up Leia, but speaking of boys-" I started, soon cut off by her.

"Look y/n, your photogenic, gorgeous, and even get stopped on the streets sometimes for people giving you their business cards and guys asking for your number! And plus, money is money, and I heard they make a ton"

She had a point, in my opinion, I come across as your average 18 year old girl. But to others I'm seen as some sort of goddess or something. I mean, it's definitely a confidence booster, but standing in front of cameras all day and having people touching my face all the time isn't my cup of tea.

"Fine. I'll do it, happy now?" I smiled sarcastically, you never know, good can always come from what you think is bad.

~ back to present;

i signed the papers in front of me and sat back in my chair. My manager Hailey rose from her seat to answer her phone and stepped outside. My eyes followed her actions, then reverted back into my phone screen. Scrolling through photo's on winterest- more like scrolling through photo's of boys, my eyes seemed to stop on this one boy.

"gheez, he is hot"

I thought as my eyes widened and my head started subconsciously nodding at the photo I was looking at. I tapped it to enlarge it so I could see more clearly at the masterpiece I was looking at. The guy looked roughly my age- maybe one or two years older, golden brown longish hair, glowing brown eyes, a nice set of abs and small tattoo's and rings covering the empty space on his body and hands.

"I believe it's time for a new lockscreen"

I laugh at myself, setting my lockscreen of a hot guy was never anything knew. I'd like to think of myself as boy crazy. I mean, if you see tons of hot guys everyday at modeling shoots and online, how could you not be? I've been setting celebrities and attractive guys as my lockscreen and wallpapers since the beginning of high school. To be honest, i didn't really care that i was now 19.

i set his beautiful picture as my lockscreen and then switched off my phone, coincidentally, it was the same time my manager reentered the café after her phone call.