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Cassidy's P.O.V

I stare at Courtney Blankly. "Me? A model?" Courtney nods. "Yes you a model." My mom gives Courtney a 'Are you crazy?' Look. "Cassidy? A model?" Courtney sighs. "Is there an echo in here? Yes! Cassidy a model!"

We both stare at her like she's crazy. "I mean think about it! Cassidy is actually really pretty!" I scrunch up my nose "Gee thanks" She swats my shoulder. "You know what I mean! You're really tall and I don't know if you noticed, but you have a good walk."

"A good walk?"

Courtney nods. "Yes a good walk! You walk with one foot in front of the other, you have long strides, And you walk with attitude! And with a couple of classes, you could learn to glide across the runway!"

I'm kind of at a loss for words.

Me?

A model?

I just don't know what to say.

"Cassidy, I think Courtney's right. That seems like the best choice. I mean, it's a terrific opportunity, PLUS you can make it through college this way. How many girls get this opportunity!? You should get a hold of Ava, and tell her you'll take the job!"

"MOM! You don't even know If I want to do it!" I yell completely caught off guard by the whole idea. "But honey! This is the way to get everything you want!"

I think about this for a minute. "How about...NO! MOM! I AM NOT GOING TO BE A MODEL! NO WAY NO HOW!"

She looks at me with a curious look in her eyes. "But I thought you would do anything to play hockey, and plus it's not like it's going to be a life career, just something to earn money."

I take a deep breath to stop my racing pulse, and more calmly say, "Mom, I don't want to be a model. It's not my thing. End of story."

She quiet.

"Cassidy, I know it wouldn't be your number one choice, but think about it! You could have enough so you can have fun while your in college, still have enough for rent and food money, and you can earn your money for the Olympics a lot faster than if you did a million and one jobs!"

I plunk down in an arm chair.

As always. She's right of course.

I'd do anything for hockey. But would I really stoop down to be a air headed model?

Maybe.

"Maybe. I'll have to think about it."

My mom shakes her head "No, you have to make a choice now. The faster you start saving up the better."

I can't believe this.

How in the world am I going to be this type of girl?

The type who doesn't care about anything except hair and clothes.

Am I really that type of person?

Ugh.

Oh my god.

Why? Why me? Why do I have this as my only choice?

"Fine" I mumble through clenched teeth.

Courtney squeals. "OMG Cassidy you are going to have so much fun! Trust me!"

I shoot her a glare. Doesn't she know me better? Of course this isn't going to be fun! But this is the only way to get my hockey dream!

"I'll call Ava for you! Excuse me!"

She scurries off to the hall way. And I slump down in m chair. This just isn't my day.

I mean, I AM excited to play on the Olympic Women's Ice Hockey Team, but I have to model for who knows how long!

"What are you thinking about?" Asks Courtney.

"What do you think I'm thinking about?! I'm thinking about my stupid modeling gig!" I snap.

She doesn't shoot something back at me, probably because she's learned how to handle my temper.

"I'll be back in a bit."

"Where you going Cass?"

"The park."

I walk briskly down the hallway.

Ugh, even walking is annoying me now, considering I'm going to be doing it for money from now on.

I feel my back pocket vibrate. I take out my phone and look at the screen.

It's Tristan.

I answer the phone and keep walking. "Hello?"

"Hey luv."

I smile. I love it that he calls me 'luv'.

Though, I'd never admit it...Not out loud anyway.

"Hey Tristan. What's up?"

"Nothing, much. I just wanted to tell you that I got some really good news Today." he has a really excited tone in his voice.

That makes 1 of us.

"What is it!?" Trying to keep an excited tone, I may be having a bad day, but that doesn't mean I should but a damper on his.

"Some Ice dancing coach was at my last competition, and they asked me to play on their team in the next Olympic games!"

My breath catches in my breath. "Do- Does that mean I'm going to see you again?"

He's quite for a moment. "Wait, Your going to the Olympics too!?"

Oh, forgot to fill him in...

"Listen Tristan..." I fill him in on the whole situation. And when I'm done he doesn't say anything for a moment.

"I think you'll make a fabulous model."

I'm glad he's not here to see my flaming face. "*Ahem* Uh, ya..." I don't know what to say so I just ramble random things.

He laughs. "So, yes. We are going to see each other again."

"Are you coming early to train?" I ask hoping he'll say yes.

"Well, Yes but I don't know where the Next Olympic games are going to be held."

"Right."

We're both quite thinking this over.

"I miss you" He whispers.

"I miss you too." I Don't bother keep my voice down, There's no one around except a pigeon, on a near by bench.

"I'll talk to you later Cass, Keep me updated Okay?"

"Okay."

"Love you."

"Love you too. bye."

I hang up and I stare at the screen for a moment.

I miss him so much. I haven't seen him since Gigi's reception last year.

I wish he could be here, to hold, to give me his jacket when it's cold.

I just wish he was here, to grab my hand, pick me up pull me close and be my man...

Oh my god. I am sounding like a cliche sappy love song or something.

I shove my hands in my pocket and look up at the orange-pink sky.

It's getting late now, and I should probably be heading back. Not that I want to go back to the hotel room but I don't want to be on the New York Streets in the dark and at night.

I turn around and walk slowly back to the hotel room.

I wonder if my mom's called Ava yet.

I start to think about the job of a model and what one has to actually do.

Duh, of course she has to walk, but she has to make faces at the camera when it's a photo shoot, or strike a obnoxious pose.

And...oh. my. gosh.

They're going to be slathering makeup all over me!

I just really really hope they don't make me model underwear and stuff. That would be beyond embarrassing.

Thinking of embarrassing makes me want to video chat with the book club tonight. Embarrassing because we have so many secrets of each other, some funny some embarrassing. I really miss them.

We've all been pretty busy, but we still meet for book club whenever we get a chance.

Life just got really busy all of a sudden.

The thought of talking with my friends lifts my spirits a little. So I'm not that grumpy when I knock on our hotel room.

Courtney's cheery round face greets me. "Hey Cass. Glad your back."

I don't want to be grumpy, so I muster up as much cheeriness as I can, and give her a smile.

"What's for dinner? I'm starved!"

"Mexican. My treat."

This lifts my spirits a little.

"Cool. Let's go."

"Hey hey hey! No way! Mom and I have to get ready! We'll be ready in 5 minutes I promise!" she walks off to the bathroom to mess with all that hair product and makeup and stuff.

Ick.

And by 5 minutes she means probably 30 minutes to an hour.

I take this opportunity to skype call everyone.

It rings for a few seconds and a few moments later they're all clustered in Emma's pink kitchen.

"Hey Cass!" They all chorus

"I wave feebly back "Hey."

"What's wrong Cassidy?" Asks Emma.

I sigh.

"You guys won't believe what's happened today."

Becca raises her eyebrow. "Try us."

I explain my situation. "And worst of all!-I have to be a MODEL!" I finish miserably.

Becca and Megan have their mouths open hanging in shocked O's, Jess is thinking and has a faraway look on her face and Emma looks shocked but amused.

Becca is the first to speak. "Do you know how lucky you are to be a model for Teen Vogue!?"

I grunt in reply.

"You have said you'd do anything for hockey." Says Jess a bit uncertainly.

"Ya I have! But modeling? That's just not my thing!"

"Why don't you just make the best of it? It will be a great experience and It might be kind of fun" Emma tells me twirling one of her curls around her finger.

"You sound just like my mom." I say with a eye roll.

"Can I have the clothes you get to keep!?" Asks Megan suddenly.

I stare at her. And so does everyone else.

"What?" she asks a tad defensive.

"I'm over here having to deal with my problem and your thinking about clothes?"

She merely shrugs.

"You ready Cassidy?" Calls me mom.

"In a sec!"

"I've got to go guys. Thanks for listening. I'll see you guys in a few days."

"Bye Cassidy!" They all say waving madly.

The call ends and I get up and walk with my mom and Courtney.

I give myself a mental pep talk.

'It's not all that bad Cassidy. Deal with it. You'll only be modeling for a few moths, not an entire lifetime. Who knows? Maybe you'll meet a nice girl there!'

The thought of meeting someone there leaves a smile on my face.

And anyway, how in the world am I going to be upset when I'm going out for Mexican food?

I link arms with Courtney. "I'm starved." I tell her cheerfully as if nothing had happened today.

I'm just done with this emotional roller coaster, The modeling gig is what it is. I can't do anything about it.

"Your always starved" jokes my mom.

We laugh as we walk down to our car. And after a long day it'll be fun to just let go.

We pull into the parking lot a few minutes later and we walk into the Mexican restaurant and place our orders.

"I spoke with Ava, she said to meet her at 'Parsons new school for design' at around noon, She wants to start right away, so you'll have your very first Photo shoot tomorrow."

I nearly choke on my coke. "Tomorrow!?"

My mom nods, "She says your absolutely perfect in every way shape and form, and that she's positive you'll do great."

I look down at my chips and salsa and keep quite. I don't want to have another mood swing. I'm to old for those.

So instead I just mentally punch a wall.

I look at my mom, after my mental tantrum, and give her a smile. "OK thanks for giving me a heads up."

I leave it at that and, reach for a chip and dip it. "Have you tried this salsa!? It's delicious!"

My mom and Courtney can tell I'm trying to change the subject so they drop it too.

After a big dinner, dessert, and a full night of laughing, I'm exhausted by the time my head hits the pillow.

My mom and Courtney are already gently snoring.

I flutter my eyes closed and fall into a dreamless sleep.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I roll over in bed and groan.

"Come one honey! Rise and shine! You need to be meeting with Ava in an hour!"

I groan and get up groggily. I rub my eyes and drag my feet across the floor. Courtney and my mom don't even bother talking to me right now.

They know I'm not a morning person.

I drag my feet heavily to the bathroom and jump in the shower.

About 15 minutes later I step out of the shower, slightly more awake and dripping wet.

While I dry and dress I just like to think. Just think about my day mostly. And wonder if hockey will be on the agenda.

Not today that's for sure.

There's a knock on the bathroom door. "Ya!?" I call.

"I ordered room service, hurry up before it gets cold."

"Kay I'll just be a sec!"

I pull my Black T-shirt over my head, and put on my favorite pair of dark navy skinny jeans. I emerge from the bathroom with the towel still on my head.

My mom does a double take when she see's me.

"Oh honey! Aren't you going to wear something nicer?"

She should know by now that I'm not ever ever ever turning into a '7 outfit a day princess'.

"No mom." I say lightly. I don't plan on picking a fight with anyone today. Otherwise it's going to be a long day.

She passes me a plate once I'm settled cross legged on the bed.

"Hurry Cassidy You don't want to be late."

I nod, and scarf down my sausage and eggs.

"OK bye!" I say after a gulp of orange juice. "No wait!"

I turn around. "What?"

"Aren't your forgetting something?"

I raise my eyebrow. Am I?

I lift my arm up and sniff my armpit. No. That's not it.

"No! Go brush your teeth and comb your hair!"

I then remember I have the towel still on my head.

I laugh. "Thanks mom."

Sometimes I'm really glad to have my mom to nag me.

After A couple minutes trying to de-tangle my mess of hair, I give up seeing its in no mood to cooperate today. Instead I pull it back into a messy ponytail. I give my teeth quick brush and head for the door.

"Bye mom!" I leave before she can give me the once over and decide to help me with my hair.

I jog down to the lobby and smile when I look out the window.

It's a nice sunny day. If I'm lucky I could maybe go shoot some hoops before it gets dark.

I jog down the sidewalk moving my arms to go faster.

I look down at the slip of paper my mom gave me that has the address I need to be at. '66 5th ave.' I look up at a big building with big black glass doors and windows, and a bronze statue of a person at a sewing machine.

I stand there for a moment and take a deep breath.

Here I go.

Going in as Cassidy Sloane the jock. Coming out as Cassidy Sloane the jock and model.

I push the door open and walk slowly to the front desk.

I look around.

On the outside it looks big and professional and modern. But on the inside it's all glass and marble, with super high ceilings and it looks ultra modern.

I walk up to the front desk.

At first the secretary doesn't notice me but when I clear my throat, she looks up slightly startled.

She scrunches up her nose and looks at me as if she just found something on the bottom of her shoe. "And you are?" She asks with a dignified tone.

I grin. "Cassidy Sloane. I've got an appointment with Ava St. Claire."

She gives a sour laugh. "I don't think so. Ava St. Claire only meets with the most important people. She has a very very busy schedule and she can't be interrupted with frivolous fans."

I give her a sly grin. "Well it just so happens I am one of those important people she wants to meet with."

I don't know why I'm being rude but She just kind of annoyed me the second I saw her.

She has tall, but not as tall as me obviously, shoulder length white blond hair, and clear blue eyes. She seems to be in her early twenties, 20 or 21? 22 tops.

"Listen. Ava St. Claire is the most important women in the fashion business and she can't be disturbed. And she just so happens to be my boss I work as her intern."

I smirk.

When she finds out she's going to be my boss too she's going to hit the roof.

I laugh. "So your saying your her pet she sends to run errands?"

"Well I!-" She starts to fire something back when her phone beeps.

She picks it up. "Hello?" she says in a fake sugary cheerful voice that just makes me want to vomit.

"Yes miss Claire. Uh huh. Uh huh. right away." She hangs up and she glares at me. "Follow me. I'll show you to her office."

I guess that was Ava wondering were I am.

I follow her, up a few staircases down a hallway and she leads me into a really huge office.

Ava St. Claire whirls around in her big office chair. Like in one of those movies were the villain says 'I've been expecting you' but luckily she doesn't say that.

Instead she says- "Ah!-Cassidy! So wonderful to see you dear!"

She gets up and gives me air kisses on both cheeks.

I smile politely at her "Hello Miss Claire."

Out of the corner of my eye I see The intern staring enviously at me. "Oh please darling call me Ava!"

I nod and smile. "OK Ava, what are we doing today first?" I make sure to stress the word 'we' so the intern can here.

"Already eager are we!?" She replies excitedly.

Eager isn't the word I'd choose but I guess I'm happy. Ava isn't expecting an answer anyway because she turns to the intern and claps her hands. "Tiffany?"

Tiffany wipes the scowl of her face and smiles widely at Ava. "Yes Ava?"

Ava stares at her for a moment. "OK 2 things, First of all it's Miss St. Claire to you-" Tiffany looks like she swallowed a tack.

"And second of all, I was wondering if you could bring some Sparkling water to Cassidy and me? Citrus flavor with exactly 3 whole ice cubes."

Tiffany's cheeks turn pink and I figure she's thinking of our earlier conversation of her being Ava's 'Pet'.

'Yes Miss St. Claire." she replies sounding like a robot.

Ava gives her an approving smile and a nod, which is Tiffany's signal to leave.

She struts out of the room standing tall.

It hits me that she probably wants to be a model. Why other reason would she be sucking up to Ava?

Ava turns her attention to me. "Now Cassidy. I hope your mom told you that you would be starting to model right away."

I purse my lips and nod. "Good. So isn't this exciting!? You're first ever photo shoot!"

I force a smile on my face and nod. "Ya exciting! Uhm, what will I be wearing?"

Tiffany comes in with both sparkling waters on a silver tray. "Here you go. Miss St, Claire."

Ava gives her a warm smile, "Thank you Tiffany. I won't be needing your assistance anymore, so you can take the rest of the day off."

"Thanks!" She gives Ava a real smile and turns to leave. "Oh but wait Tiffany! Before you go could you please make sure Cassidy is added to the model list?"

The smile that was on Tiffany's face disappear as fast as it showed up. "She's going to be a model?!" She explodes.

"Why yes. Whatever is the matter?"

Tiffany takes a deep breath, 'Nothing! Nothing at all!" She turns around and keeps chanting that until we cant here her anymore.

"How strange." Ava says when she's gone.

"Ok, now Cassidy. We are going to start straight away, so follow me and we'll get started."

She walks briskly and quickly. "For today your\ are going to be modeling some punk style clothes. You mother informed me that you aren't to big on girly things so I figured this would be a good start. But just a warning Cassidy, sometimes models have to step out of their comfort zone."

"As long as I don't have to wear a skirt I'm good."

We walk in silence for a few moments. "Ava?" I start.

"Yes dear?"

"Will I be working with other girls?"

Ava's eyes light up. "Of course dear! In fact, you'll meet some right now!"

"Really?"

Ava nods.

This uplifts my spirits even higher.

She flings open some french style door and announces "Alright people! We have to make this as professional as we can, as quickly as we can!"

There's a group of tall girls in a corner of the room, a cluster of people with cameras in the middle of the room, a group of people in the far corner of the room with lots of clipboards talking with one another.

"Girls come over here please!" I'm surprised how loud Ava can be. Her soft Australian accent carries through the room with a commanding but fun and playful tone.

3 tall girls glide over here.

"Hello Ava!" They all chant.

"Hello girls! I would like you to meet Cassidy, she is the newest member of our team! I will let you girls to get to know one another while I go deal with these photographers." She leaves us standing in an awkward silence for a moment.

One girls speak up, she seems to be African American with long brown hair that's passed her shoulders. "I'm Kiki, My actual mane is Karina but no one calls me that."

"Hi Kiki"

The girl to her right, look like she's Mexican American, she has curly chocolate brown hair with a pretty bounce to it. "I'm Marbella but you can call me Marbi."

"Hey Marbi"

And the last girl has shocking blue hair, big round brown eyes and really pale skin.

She sees me staring at her hair and laughs. "I'm Mia. I got my hair dyed yesterday, so that's why its such a 'kill-me-know-before-my-eyes-explode-bright-blue' "

I laugh, "It's nice to meet you guys."

"So what are you doing here? Er- well I mean..." Kiki's voice trails off.

"I'm here to get a scholarship to a college and earn enough money for a trip to the next Olympic location so I can compete on the women's ice hockey team."

They stare at me wide eyed. "Wow! That's fantastic!"

I know they just met me but that felt like a genuine 'congrats'.

"And how about you guys? What are you all doing here?"

"Long story short, I'm here for the experience." Says Marbi.

"I'm here so I can help out my family, You know, Financial wise." Says Mia.

"I'm here so I can earn enough money and use the money to record my songs, I love to sing and one of my family's good friends owns a big time record label and even with the friend discount it's still a whole butt-load of money." Says Kiki.

Before I could respond I hear someones loud voice coming from the other side of the room. "I'm here! I'm here! Everyone make way! My fabulous aura needs to breath!"

"Oh great." mumbles Kiki.

"What?" I ask.

"Kelly." Mia says under her breath.

I turn to look at a girl with short curly blond hair, green eyes and wearing short shorts a ruffly pink top and gold high heels.

"I've been in this room for exactly 1 minute and no one has brought me my usual mocha Frapp'!" Someone scurries over to her and hands her cup.

"What's on the agenda today?! It better be fast and snappy!"

Here eyes scan the room and her eyes land on me.

I can't help but fidget under her gaze.

She strides over to me and stops short.

"Who exactly are you?" She snarls

I don't know why, but I was kind of caught off guard by her rudeness, probably because I wasn't expecting it after the other girls kindness.

"I'm Cassidy."

She narrows her eyes. "And what are you doing here?" When I don't answer right away she bursts into laughter. "Oh I get it! You here for my autograph aren't you?"

"No?"

"No!? Then what are you doing here!?"

"I'm going to be a model here."

She rinkles her nose up just the way Tiffany did, and with the same disgusted expression. "A model? I guess they let anyone off the streets to be a model now."

I don't tell her that that's exactly how Ava found me.

She get about 2 inches away from my face.

"Stay out of my way!" She growls and stomps off.

I don't move.

I mean how can I!?

That was so unexpected.

Why would she act like that?

Final Score?

Cassidy: 0 - Kelly: 1?

OK GUYS! I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER! I know it was a bit of a sudden ending but I didn't know how to end it without making it to long. Let me know down below in the comments if you want the chapters to be as long as possible or quick and snappy. Thanks for the reviews! As always,

Stay sweet!

-Daisy Star