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Nothing But The Girl
When you permanently scar a model’s face, you automatically know that there is going to be consequences – serious consequences.
Cassie Rogers just didn’t think a relationship was one of them.
C H A P T E R O N E
I’d never believed in superstition, or ‘old wives tales’, until now.
I completely blame that stupid black cat, which had followed me all around my shopping trip with my two best friends, Evie (short for Evelyn) and Micah. As we trawled through the shops, all designer, of course! (Evie wouldn’t have it any other way) - That emerald-eyed feline was always there waiting for me, staring intently.
Towards the end of our trip, I decided to go up to the cat and inspect it, curious. With Evie and Micah quarrelling inside some girly boutique, nobody was going to be stopping me from petting the fluffy creature a little. A coo and some stroking couldn’t hurt, could it?
As I approached the cat, I was too preoccupied setting my shopping bags down to notice her stiffen. Clutching my Styrofoam cup of piping-hot Starbucks coffee in one hand, I started to coo at the little cat. “Hello, sweetie, what’s your name? I’m Cassie Rogers, have you heard of me, baby? Oh, what am I thinking, of course you haven’t! Silly me, you’re just a cute little kitty! Well, kitty, do you want a petting?”
My hand edged forward, heading for the soft, velvet-looking fur on the cat’s back. My fingers only just brushed the silky fur, before the cat tensed, hissing. With a cry of surprise, I leapt back, only to find myself crashing into a hard chest.
Within a few painful moments, I could only helplessly watch as my coffee hurled at my victim’s face. In those moments, I got a slight chance at studying his features, which looked vaguely familiar. My memory wouldn’t relive my curiosity, until I looked into his eyes. Then realization dawned on me.
I had just flung coffee into the face of the “hottest guy of the year”, the model Jace Andrews!
Run, my mind seemed to scream at me – but I couldn’t. I was frozen with shock and fear. All around me, people were murmuring, some shouting, with some even going as far as breaking down in hysterics – the hysterical people were fan-girls, of course.
I felt an urge to scoff. What was the point in crying? After all, I’d only just burnt and scarred (probably for life!) one of the hottest male models of the country! Oh, yeah, I suppose that is reason enough to cry. Shouldn’t I be crying then? I am the culprit...
I glanced round at the scene. Paramedics were scattered all around, tending to him. The police were arriving, keeping back the crowds from getting to close to him. I wondered if he would file a law suit. I probably did just mess up his career, after all! I sighed; Dad’s going to kill me!
For the first time since my little “mess-up”, I looked up at him, only to find that he was staring straight back at me. What surprised me though, was his expression. It was not angry, annoyed or even mildly irritated, it was a look of admiration, directly aimed at me.
Slightly startled, I sent him a questioning look – if he reacted it would prove he was actually looking at me. His face moulded into his signature smirk, a look some girls would kill to receive. I raised my eyebrows.
He shooed the paramedics away and turned to his assistant, quickly muttered something, and then looked back at me, his eyes locking with mine. I gulped, knowing I was the topic of conversation. He slowly smiled as his assistant quickly made his way towards me, a glint in his mesmerising sapphire-eyes.
Would now be a good time to run?
|Joanna Levesque||as Cassie|
|Tom Felton||as Jace|
|Sacha Parkinson||as Evie (Evelyn)|
|Steven R. McQueen||as Micah|