Ellie's POV
- Oh my Gosh! Oh my Gosh! Oh my Gosh! – The medium slim girl with dark brown hair screamed into my ear. In a way to kind of protect myself, I put my hands over ears.
- Jeez... Sophie... Could you be any louder! – after a few seconds I hissed thru teeth, taking a brush to comb my long, blonde locks.
- Sorry Ellie – she said more quietly – I'm just so, so SO exited. – She looked into the mirror examining slowly her clothes.
- Don't say sorry. Just don't do this again – I shoot her a hard look.
- Ok. Chill, will ya? – Sophie Willis, my best of best friends, almost sister, smiled at me – We're about to meet BTR! Isn't it amazing? – She chirped and I groaned. Don't get me wrong. I didn't say that I don't like them. It just... I can't feel anything towards them if I have to be honest. I don't know these boys. But... I just can't tolerate stuck up celebrities. And every wannabe star is the same – spoiled.
- Oh don't act like you don't like the blond one… - she suggested.
- Kendall – I mocked.
- Exactly my point – she snapped her fingers and quiet 'click!' was spread around the room – You like them – arguing with her was always pointless – They're soooo beautiful. Logan with his back flips, Kendall with his green green eyes, Carlos with black helmet and his craziness. And last but not least James. With a special move of flipping his hair – Yeah, Kendall has one too, I added in my head – And his smile… And his voice… body… - She was going on and on with her rant – How I love to be with him – And a dreamy smile on her face.
- Sophie… - I shook her body with much more force than it was necessary – STOP! Dreaming! You're a model, and actually a smart one! So the guy who doesn't want to have you must be at least stupid. When he meets you he will instantly fall in love – Something behind her caught my eye.
- But his FREAKING! JAMES! D… - I shut her mouths with my hand.
- Stop talking about some pointless guy – I said with anger. This whole Big Time Rush speech gets on my nerves. I swear the one thing she was talking for about 2 weeks now is this band and how cute is James – I heard enough about them, so STOP! STOP saying BTR done that, Carols did this, Logan said this, James smile is so sweet and Kendall… Kendall... - And just like that I shook my head and move to the photo shoot place adding – And BTW, their right beside you! – I heard a small gasp and then a chorus of 'Hi!' I know my shout out wasn't Grammy worthy, but you know what? Sue me. I had a job to be done! If you're guessing I'm a model, yeah... You're right. I'm Ellena L. Rugh and L stands for Luna, my grandmother name. My friends call me simple Ellie or El. And Sophia, yep. She's a model too.
Kendall's POV
We were about to approached two cute girls when one of them hissed to another with anger:
- I heard enough about them, so STOP! STOP saying BTR done that, Carols did this, Logan said this, James smile is so sweet and Kendall… Kendall... – and then she walked off huffing. I looked at guys and Carlos just shrugged his arms.
- Hey! I'm Sophia Willis, but call me Sophie – the dark haired girl with big smile introduce herself to us in a second we stopped in front of her – And this pure evil over there – She pointed to the beautiful blond girl. The one who just screamed at her – Is my best friend Ellena L. Rugh, but you can go with just Ellie. And she's not that snotty in reality, just have a really bad day... or I should say week.
- L? – Asked confused Logan.
- Yep. L for Luna, her lovely grandma name.
- So from the very beginning... She doesn't like us? – Carlos definitely got hit too much in head.
- SOPH! I'm counting to 5 and I want to see you ready standing beside me! And stop flirting with those Superstars! Mister Green blouse already like you, so get your ass here! – After that Sophie gasped with embarrassment. Wait a minute... The guy in green is James! I thought.
- And you asked if she likes you... – She quickly made her way to the blond chick.
- Yeah. She definitely DON'T like us. But why... – That was a good question James, and I'm gonna find the answer. We moved to the photographer and examined the models. I could tell the blond one, Ellie, was the most beautiful. With light shiny blond curly hair reaching her waist and piercing ocean blue eyes she looked like a Greek goddess. She smiled politely to one of her co-model and then send an apologetic look to Sophie, which gladly took it with a crooked smile. The angelic looked on her face disappeared as soon as photographer spoke to them.
Again Ellie's POV
- Girls, I resume you already know these boys – The photographer, Gary, pointed behind him, where all squad of BTR stood.
- Actually only Sophie introduce herself. Me, Theresa and Ellie didn't – I looked at my co-model Tiffany. Great going Tiff! Just throw yourself at them I thought. Ok, Elson! Be nice. They might be good. MIGHT be. Not HAVE TO be I chanted to myself.
- Hey I'm Kendall – this soft voice brought me back to reality. I took the vision away from Tiffany and looked into eyes of the boy – Nice to meet you Elle. – I must say I got lost in his emerald eyes. They have so many shades of green in them and even a hint of warm brown. My friend nudged me into ribs giving me back my rational thinking.
- It's Ellena or Ellie – I snapped rudely – Nice to meet you too, Kendall. Or not – the last part I added in a whisper, but I guess he heard that, because he was looking at me with a smirk on face. We meet the rest and then my worst nightmare has been said.
- Now when you know echother, you'll be posing with boys for a special edition of wall calendar for All-Stars. I'm pairing Logan with Tiffany, James with Sophie – a small squeal was heard – Kendall with… - please say Theresa, please say Theresa, please say Theresa! – Ellie – Damn! – And Theresa and Carlos. So pair up, go to the stylist and then I call you when it's your turn. We take some pictures here and some in the open air.
- I'm sorry Mr. Gray, but could me and Elle have a photose... – I heard Kendall started to talk with Gary, but it wasn't given me to hear the entire statement, because lovely Sophie pulled me to the stylist.
You can lament now how my life is awesome, if you L.O.V.E. Kendall Knight, or, like me, cry cause you hate him. And then, if you L.O.V.E. him, you can say bad names at me, because I'm going to have a beach photos with him. Those girls who are now making me look like, let call it hoe, stop right now! It's not my fault. And to make everything clear I DO NOT WANT TO DO THIS! The idea was actually his, not mine. I even talk with girls to switch partners. Wait! I didn't talk with Tiffany and I should have.
- Try this one – our stylist Clara throw at me a stripe bikini and denim short shorts – I think you'll look great. Like always. And, like always, this boy will go crazy after you – I disappear in changing room fallowed by my laugh.
- Hey Clara? – I asked putting on shorts - What do you think about boys?
- You mean Kendall? – I stayed silent – He's a nice guy. Really. Like he wants to help, a lot. You know, that it was him who chooses that bikini? – I looked at my reflection.
- I must say… he has a taste – I giggled walking out and showing the effect.
- Definitely. I think you should give them a chance to prove that they are still the boys from Minnesota. – She brushed my hair, and then curled them adding more flow.
- Maybe. You know… I wanted to change partners, but I guess I have to try. And stop being so bitchy. – I said as she was correcting my light make-up.
- I think, that both of us know it's a very good plan. Now go. Snap some great photos. – Clara shooed me of. In a minute my feet touched the sand I felt a pair of strong arms lifting me up with no effort.
- Put me down! – I screamed twisting my legs – I swear I'm gonna scream louder if you don't put me down right NOW – and TADA! I was back on the ground. Looking up I gasped with surprise – Drake?
- Want you just hug your boyfriend? – Ok… I was stunned. Probably it's just my dream. It's slightly possible that Drake Austin, my EX boyfriend from London, will be her in sunny L.A. at my photo session… And then snap! I kill her! Just simply KILL her!
- You're not my boyfriend anymore, Austin. You cheated on me, remember? And don't think I'll just forget about it. Just… Get out of here.
- No. - my blue orbs snapped at his dark brown, almost black ones – No. Until you take me back. Willingly... or violently. – something was wrong. Obviously.
- You don't understand. – I backed of lightly – We're over. I end this… whatever it was… month ago. And I'm still curing my shattered heart. I thought you love me and worse I loved you – or I thought so. I started to go back to the set, but he brutally caught my wrist.
- Not going anywhere unless… - and then he kiss me. It wasn't some sweet, filled with love and passion kiss. It was aggressive and very hurting lip lock. Tears started to poured down my cheek. I struggled, but Drake caught me firmly by the hip with his second hand, making any move impossible and adding more pain to my body.
- HEY! Live her alone, bastard! – we heard someone scream and he immediately loosened his grip on me, letting go of my lips also.
- We're not done – and then he quickly walked of.
- You're okey? – someone run to me and caught me by my arms before I fell down – Hey...
- I'm... I'm okey - I tidied myself up and than dared to looked at my savior – oh... – was my only respond, because my hero, or should I say heroin was a teenage girl.
- Hi, I'm Katie Knight – the girl smiled at me – And you are...?
- Ellena – I shook her exchanged hand – Ellena Rugh.
- Nice to meat you Lena. You don't mind me calling you that?
- No no – I moved my head left right – You're my savior, but I don't want to talk about it – I said before she have a time to ask question – And don't get me wrong, but how old are you?
- Ok. I'm sixteen, you?
- Almost eighteen. Actually B-day in a month. – I replied.
- Ellie! – someone shouted – Come on! You should be taking picture for 20 minutes now and we have nothing.
- Sorry. I have to go – I started to walk away when something got to me – You're Kendall sister?
- Yep. Why? – she asked looking confused.
- Come with me. I'm his partner – I grabbed her hand and dragged along to the set.