“She’s so pathetic.” Avril says to me, rolling her eyes. We’re watching Victoria trying to convince Pete to change her image for the photo shoot; before she was going for sassy and girly, but now insists that she pose for a sad, weeping woman.
“Very overdramatic,” I agree. It turns out that Draco broke up with her last night. Avril had overheard and said it was because he “couldn’t be seeing one of his models”. She supposedly flipped out.
“You’re so lucky,” Avril continued, turning her back on Victoria’s show. “You get to be one of the models.”
I shrug. I guess I do feel lucky, but I can’t let her know that. “It’s just modeling. It’s what we’re all her for right?”
“I suppose,” Avril links arms with me,” But he is the Draco Malfoy.”
I went through six years of Hogwarts with Draco Malfoy, and he’s never paid any attention to me. I have to admit, he’s terribly good looking and many females would probably describe him as drop-dead-gorgeous. There have been many times that I’ve wanted to tell Avril that I went to school with Draco, and some of my fond memories of him were when he would tease my friends and me.
Sometimes I think that’s why he picked me; maybe the reason he wants to take pictures of me is to help me to make a fool out of myself. I want to tell Avril, but she’s been so nice and such a good friend that I don’t want anything to come between that. Heavens knows that if I told Victoria I went to school with Draco Malfoy she would demand to know every detail and secret of his childhood. Oh, the horror.
“True.” I smile at Avril. We look back over at the Pete and Victoria show, and see that Pete’s face is long and he’s talking into his phone. Within seconds a dresser comes with a new outfit for Victoria. Looks like Pete gave in.
“Look who won,” Avril glares at Victoria. “What a surprise.”
A few hours later, I change back into my clothes. Five of us were part of an “animal scene”. We had been dressed seriously for the part, my costume being a lion because Pete and the costume designers agreed it would go lovely with my hair. Whatever; it was kind of fun.
But now I’m finally back wearing sweats, and I’m relieved to not be wearing an outfit that’s skin tight. I’m the last one in the dressing room, as always. I don’t really like to change in front of other people, so I try to take as long as possible taking off my makeup. Avril volunteered to wait for me, but I denied; it was lunch time and I know she was hungry.
Once my hair is tied up in a messy bun and my costume is back on the rack, I exit the dressing room. I pass by one of the janitors as I leave, and smile politely at him. He gives me a greedy smile back, and looks me up and down. I pretend I don’t notice, but quicken my pace until I turn the corner. As I do, I bump into someone, and within seconds, I’m wet.
“Oh, man. I didn’t see you coming!” I look up into Pete’s apologetic face. The water bottle in his hand is mostly empty. Ah, the culprit.
“It’s okay,” I try not to seem too shocked or bothered by my situation. Instead, I say,” It’s just water.”
He shakes his head. “But you’re still wet. Here,” he takes my hand and pulls me into the nearest bathroom, where he takes a handful of paper towels. He begins to dab me with them, obviously flustered. Before I become too embarrassed, I take the paper towels from his hands and do it myself.
“I’m sorry, incase I didn’t say that before,” Pete smiles at me.
“Uh…it’s okay,” I feel my face blush, and this makes me blush even more. I mean, I’ve never been in this situation before, besides with Mr. Dreamy Eyes. I just can’t believe he’s flirting with me.
We don’t speak again until we leave the bathroom, where he touches my arm lightly. I stop myself from flinching. It’s not that I don’t want him to touch me; it’s just that I’m nervous about him touching me. What if I like it?
“Look, I was just wondering…could I maybe make this up to you?”
I decide to play dumb. “I don’t need you to buy me a new shirt or anything, I’ve got plenty others.”
Pete laughs nervously. “No, I meant, could I maybe take you out to dinner sometime?”
“Well, I don’t—”
“Or maybe just for coffee if you’d prefer.”
He seemed really nervous to me. Do I seem nervous to him? I mean, he’s cute and he seems like a really nice, sensitive guy, great for a first boyfriend. Wait, what am I thinking? Me, have a boyfriend? Impossible.
“Pete,” I say, “I’m going to have to think about this…”
He nods his head. “I see—too fast, right? It’s just you seem so…different from the other girls. Elusive, actually. I didn’t mean to be too bold.”
“No, no, look,” he touches my arm again and smiles at me, “How about we go get some coffee, as friends? We can just talk and stuff. Take it…slow.”
I sigh. I don’t want to be rude, and it does sound tempting. I could use a break from modeling and the pressure of hanging out with the girls. Why not give it a shot?
“Okay, coffee sounds good.” I smile.
“Great,” he shows off his pearly whites, “Saturday night sound good?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“I’ll see you later?” I finish for him, feeling oddly like I controlled that entire conversation.
We walk off in different directions, the nervousness slowly fading away. I feel different, mature. I feel more like a woman than I’ve ever felt before. All thanks so Pete.
A/N: First I'd like to say, I'm so incredibly beyond sorry for the long wait! It's been months! It's just, it sounds so ordinary, but school taking up a lot of my time. Maybe what I need to do is write plot charts or something, so while I'm writing it's not all in my head and if I forget what I want to do with a chapter I have it written down, which seems to be a problem now. But if anyone has any suggestions about keeping chapters coming fast during a busy workload, please, please let me know. Also, any suggestion would be great for the story. I'm always up for twists.
Secondly, I'd like to thanks all you readers. You guys have stuck through with the story so far and I'm glad you all have liked it! Please continue to read and review! Thanks :) ~SiriusGal