Game On, Angel

Chapter Two

Angelina

==Friday==

"Perfect, love! Show some 'tude!" the photographer was giving me small pep talks.

I stuck my bottom lip out in a small pout and leaned my head back slightly, tousling my hair and showing off my body. I shifted my pose every few seconds. Turning to the side, and jutted my hip out, I posed some more.

"Other side, Angel!"

I turned and did the same thing at a different angle. I loved my job so much. Millions each year, just for taking a few pictures and keeping my body in top shape. The best part was still being able to lead a partially normal life. I could still go to high school and be treated like any other kid.

This reminded me that now Cass knew about my second identity. I was still nervous about telling Sharon that Cass knew. I've avoided telling her since Monday, but the guilt was killing me. Hopefully my mom and I wouldn't have to move again. I was certain that Cass wouldn't tell anybody, and most other people wouldn't make the connection between my two selfs. I got so scared when Finn said that I looked familiar during lunch on the first day. This caused me to chuckle softly--he was so clueless as to why I looked familiar. I had a feeling that he stared at the photo shoot pictures quite often.

"The camera loves you, hon! Keep going!"

I kept switching poses, moving my hands, feet, head. The shoot ought to be over soon. In a couple of days, the pictures would be out, and I would really need to make sure that my secret was kept.

The heels on my feet were starting to bug me, and the air conditioner in the room was making me shiver slightly. Wearing only a bra and panties in a cold room wasn't very fun. I made a mental note to request that the heater be turned on for the next shoot.

"Perfect! Let's call it a day," the photographer declared.

A few assistants put a robe on over my freezing skin, and handed me a pair of flip flops. I had to keep from sighing--I was much more comfortable.

"Angel!" Sharon came jogging towards me in her suit and heels; I had to bite my lip so that I wouldn't smile at that sight, "Make sure that you're back here next week Saturday. We're having a fashion show debuting the new lingerie line and, once again, you're the star! Here are some tickets for you to administer."

Sharon handed me a several tickets, and put a check on her clipboard. One less thing for her to do today. I remembered to let her know about Cass.

"Hey, Sharon, a girl named Cassia Owens knows about Angel. Can you make sure to check on her? I'm pretty sure that the secret's safe, but you never know."

"Of course, Miss Bexley."

I could tell that Sharon was debating whether to tell me something or not. Curiosity immediately won me over, and I decided to ask her about it.

"What is it, Sharon?"

"Angelina, you know that I always want what's best for you, right?"

I frowned. Of course I did, Sharon was like an aunt to me. She knew this, and that fact caused my curiosity to increase.

"Of course, Sharon. You know that I do."

"Well, I was going to ask you what you thought about coming clean with your two identities." Seeing my shocked expression, she continued, "the paparazzi are thinking about having people stalk you home from your shoots, or hiring private detectives to get them a good cover story about your double life. It would be so much easier for the world--and you--if we just came clean. Also, you wouldn't have to move again. What do you think?"