"Do you have to go?" Shane asks for the hundredth time today.
I roll my eyes and pull him into a hug. "Yes."
"Promise you'll come visit and FaceTime me." He says as he steps back from the hug.
I chuckle. "I promise. You gotta visit me too." I give him a playful glare.
"Of course. I can't wait until you become big famous, then I can tell people 'that's my best friend'." That makes me chuckle, he's so stupid.
I'm already a little famous. I don't know if I'll ever get famous-famous. But Elite is a big deal. I get into the taxi the agency sent me with my suitcase before giving Shane one more wave. New York, aquí vengo.
I look out the window as the buildings pass by in a blurred line of color and think about how I got here.
It was only 8 years ago that I was briefly adopted and brought to Hartford, Connecticut from Monterrey, Mexico. I was given up to a couple at birth but they died when I was one or something. I lived 13 years in a Home until the couple adopted me. I never knew my birth parents. I don't care to if I'm honest.I always wonder why the Connecticut couple chose me. I think they just picked random.
The first couple of months in America were hard. I had to get use to speaking English. I already understood enough English before I came. I was taught in Mexico. But I didn't speak it well and my accent made it hard to understand me.
People would always stare at me because of my exotic appearance. They still do but with my really long dark silky hair, bright green eyes, and unique facial features I can't blame them, I'm hot.
So many compliments would get thrown my way. But my Spanish accent and choppy English would catch people off guard back then because I guess to them I don't really look Hispanic.
I'm honestly not sure why because Hispanic people come in all ways. I'm quite tan. But people always ask me if I'm multiracial. But thankfully now my accent isn't as strong nowadays unless I speak Spanish, so I don't get weird stares because of that. Now I just get ogled at.
After only 3 months of being adopted by the married couple. They got a divorce for reasons I don't know. But I was their only 'kid' and neither found any attachment to me so they gave up their guardianship and I was sent to a home for parentless kids in Hartford and that's where I lived out my 8 years in the US. I know some luck I have.
I started as a freshman but that didn't make it any easier because everybody already had their cliques established from middle school. I decided to join the fútbol team because I played in Mexico. I did end up being part of the popular group because of who I hung out with.
I've only ever had two real friends. But two years later Aurora became my first and only girlfriend. Still to this day I haven't found anyone that's made me feel the way she did.
She was the captain of the fútbol and cheer team even though she was a freshman. We had a couple of classes together, that's how we first met I never understood why she took such a liking to me.
She was also the most popular girl in school. Her family was one of the richest in Connecticut they owned a lot of real estate and even a few businesses.
Aurora was easily the hottest girl in the school. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen and wanted to be her friend. She had dirty blonde hair, light blue eyes, and a nice tan. I wouldn't be surprised if she was a model as well now.
She took a liking to me and we became best friends throughout freshman and sophomore year.
During sophomore year I told her I was intersex. She asked me why I always went to the bathrooms in the locker rooms to change my clothes instead of being in the open like everyone else. So I told her. She didn't care and asked me if I liked girls. I told her I like one. She urged me to tell her who it was so I did. I figured if she didn't care that I was intersex she could get over the fact that I liked her if she didn't feel the same. She did in fact like me and kissed me that same day. We started secretly dating. Best day of my life honestly.
She didn't want to tell her parents because they were very religious. Like extremely. So for three years our relationship was kept a secret.
A few weeks before our senior graduation I got sick of it and told her they don't deserve her if they don't love her for her. I thought it was ridiculous that we were going to be adults in a few weeks and she was scared of her parents opinion. I told her that if she loved me enough she'd tell them about us.
Yeah, I was being selfish I know that now. But she responded with "I do love you but they're my family and I don't want them to hate me. You don't know what it'd be like to lose one because you've never had one." I broke up with her even though she was right but the way she said it was hurtful. Maybe I was being stupid. I could tell she loved me just as much as I loved her.
She begged and sobbed that day for me to change my mind. I still think about how I walked away as she did. Nothing has ever hurt like that did. When I got back to the home I cried the whole day, I even cried the next day at school.
I didn't speak to her or look for her in school those last few weeks before graduation because I was hurt by her words. But when it came time for us to graduate I noticed that she wasn't there.
So after, I drove to her house only to find it empty and with a for sale sign in the yard. She left me and I know we were broken up but it hurt. I should be use to people leaving. My real parents didn't even want me and I doubt they knew I was intersex. Jokes on them though because look at me now.
After that I decided to go to the local college. I didn't know what I wanted to do but I was majoring in business. I met Shane in my business class. We sat next to each other and would partner up for projects. We had a lot in common and we just clicked. Eventually we got an apartment together splitting the rent.
I hadn't even finished a year of college when me and Shane were shopping through downtown Hartford and so man whom I've come to know as Ricky stopped us on the sidewalk to ask me if I was a model. I casually told him I wasn't because it wasn't the first time I'd heard that. Ricky went on to tell me that he was a scout for Conneticut Modeling Inc. a modeling agency.
He gave me his card and told me to consider giving him a call because my looks had potential. Before I became a model I always went to the gym to help clear my mind so I had nice curves to me. After thinking it over for a few days I called him and that's how I started my modeling career. It took me three years to finally decide to go bigger and put in a request at Elite.
I could of applied when I first started because did definitely have the looks. But I was hesitant because I'm intersex. If I'm picked I'll get bigger offers from better magazine and fashion brands.
It helped that I've already been in a couple Vogue magazines, not on the cover but on some of the pages a few times and Ricky already had a good relation with the people at Elite Modeling Management which is one of the top modeling agencies in the the world. So it's a big deal.
A few weeks ago, Ricky sent some of my photoshoots in for me. It takes awhile because there are a lot of girls who apply. My agents name is Reece Michelson. He sounded young and thankfully nice. According to him I need to be permanently resided in Manhattan by Wednesday and he'd call and tell me what I need to do by then.
Today is Monday so I'll be using it and tomorrow to get settled in to my new apartment in Greenwich Village. It's not far from the Elite agency building so that's why I chose it.
I look out the window for the rest of the trip. Manhattan is only 2 hours away by car. But I have never been so it'll be an experience.
About 2 hours later we arrive in New York. I expected the traffic to be slow but wow. We had to pass through the central part of Manhattan and it's packed.
I'm dropped off in front of the lobby in Greenwich Village. The neighborhood is very lively with vibrant colors. It's surprisingly pretty clean. There were rows of apartments and cafes on almost every corner. The women that owns this place is definitely loaded, I should have looked her up.
The owner of the apartment homes said that she'd be waiting for me in the lobby. I've never heard of an apartment building with a lobby. The lobby building looks like a luxurious hotel or a museum and it definitely isn't cheap. It's a good thing I've made a lot of money over the years from my modeling gigs.
I enter the lobby with my suitcase behind me. The lobby is nice. There is a chandelier in the middle of the ceiling and a seating area of nice sofas.
There's only three other people in here. A women and little girl both with their hair in a bun. Their backs are facing me as they talked to some old man dressed in designer.
When I was talking on the phone with the landlord of the apartment complex I'm gonna stay in. Her voice sounded very familiar. But I couldn't put my finger on it.
The conversation was brief I just called to make sure there was a room available for rent. She didn't ask for my name or tell me hers. Maybe that's a Manhattan thing. They don't care who you are as long as you pay.
The woman whom I expected to be older is young or just has the build of a young person. She's not dressed very professionally; a simple skin tight black tee and some white shorts that work really nicely for her ass. First time I've ogled somebody's ass in years. She looks awfully familiar just from her backside but I can't see her face as she talks to some grey headed man in designer clothing.
The little girl's in a cute and I bet expensive as hell Burberry dress the top is white while the skirt is Burberry print and she has little Burberry and white converses to match. She was standing by the women holding her hand. I assume they are mother and daughter. Although the little girls hair is dirty blonde and the women's is like a silver lavender color.
I look around for any other women that could possibly be the owner. I don't see any so assume it's her and approach them. As I get closer I recognize the voice as the woman from the phone and it sounds even more familiar... like Aurora.
I get closer and I guess she hears me approaching because she turns around. My eyes widen. ¡No mames! It is Aurora! Are you fucking kidding me? This is where she moved to! And of course she owns the fucking building I'm trying to rent. Her and the kid are definitely not mother and daughter. That kid's like 4.