A/N: Hello! I was really surprised I lot of reviews from the last chapter. So I thank you a lot.:) Anyways here is another chapter:)

Disclaimer: I do not own degrassi


Clare(POV)

Holy Mother of shit. What the hell did I get myself into? Driving to the studio early in the morning, woke up my brain and realized the favour I was about to do. How could I let Drew do this to me! This isn't a regular favour that requires a one night stand, usually in a crappy motel without exchanging words, but this is different, I've talked to this guy. I found him attractive. The way his gaze was on me, making me feel intrigued and alarmed at the same time. How he was calm and collected. I need to relax. Whats done is done Clare. You have to make the best of it.

Walking in to the studio towards the cat walk, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I was about to meet Eli Goldsworthy for our first photo shoot. It shouldn't be that bad, I mean his assistants and other workers will be there with him. Right?

The room the catwalk was held in was empty. White covered everywhere. Except when I noticed a figure in black sitting on the side of the catwalk. His face sideways. I cautiously made my way towards him. When he heard my footsteps he snapped his head in my direction. He smirked and hopped of the catwalk. He walked his way toward I was close enough, I stopped.

"Good morning." I said.

"Morning." He replied. There was a black camera hanging in the front of his shirt on a strap around his neck.

I hopelessly looked around the room, to see if there was anyone hiding or on their way here.

"So….where's your…..staff." Unsure what to call his people.

He smirked again, more dark this time. "No people, just you and me. I'm going to work on your profile."

"Profile?"

"Yep. I'm going to be taking pictures of you today to determine which one will work well for other businesses." He explained.

I thought about it for a second and shrugged. "Okay. So where are we doing this?"

"Follow me." He jumped on top of the cat walk and started walking towards the back which led to the huge preparation station for models before they go on.

I looked down and noticed I was wearing a skirt. I looked back at him to see he turned around looked at my skirt as well.

"You want me to carry you?" He asked smugly.

I gave him a look and climbed on to the catwalk without hesitation. "No thanks, I don't need any help." I replied with the exact same smugness in my voice.

He lingered his eyes down my body then back up. "No. You don't." His voice was holding a double meaning. I could tell.

It took me all the power I had not to shiver. Good Job Clare. He turned around and led the way. Went through the preparation station to a hidden back door, which led to a long hallway with a door at the end of it.

The room was huge and beige. There was nothing in it but the background-which was black-and a black chair. I looked to Eli.

"Umm….is this where we're working on my profile." I asked in disbelief.

"Yes. This is a private room I found yesterday after talking to you and Drew Torrez and thought this would be perfect for minor shoots." He looked at the room in awe.

Oh, so this is where the fucking will take place. Secluded area. No one can hear. I walked to the centre of the room, where the background was. I turned towards Eli and said,

"You want to get started?"

He made his way towards me and stood in front of the chair.

"Alright, put your bag to the side." I dropped it to the ground. "Alright now put your right hand on your right hip….yeah! That's it. Now move your chin towards the door and look towards your left. Good! Now keep that pose." He lifted his camera in his hands and angled it over his face. He took a couple of snaps before telling me to change my position.

25 poses later and countless snaps, Eli said, "Lets take a break."

Alright Clare, time to get down to business. I walked towards Eli with a seductive sway and stopped in front of him; he was sitting in his chair. I put my hands on his knees. He looked at me with confusion.

Oh so that's how he wants it. I moved my hands from his knees and started to unbutton my shirt slowly….

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Not that I don't mind this interaction….but I usually take a pretty lady out on a date before getting to third base." he grabbed my wrists to stop me further.

Confusion and shock washed through me. Didn't him and Drew talk about this….

"Wait you mean, Drew never…" I trailed off, still confused.

"Drew never what? I don't know what you're talking about I-"

"Forget it. I miss interpreted."

He looked at me for a second. As if by looking into my eyes, his silent questions will be answered.

I turned away and buttoned the one button I had undone and walked across the room to pick up my bag. There was a thick tension in the air, and I just wanted to bolt out of there before things turn more awkward.

"Wait!" He yelled, as I made it to the door. I turned around and looked back at him.

"Let me take you out to breakfast. For doing a good job today." He said.

I thought about it for a moment. I really could go for something to eat. Plus I don't have anything else planned for today.

"Sure." I smiled.

He smirked and made his way towards me, both of us exiting the room.

20 minutes later, Eli and I both pulled up in front of an oldies diner.

After leaving the studio Eli went to his car-wait no, a hearse, and followed my car to a close by diner. After making our way inside, we went in the back to sit in a booth. I picked up the menu and scanned it, finally deciding on what to order. Eli scanned his as well and settled it back on the table.

"So what are you getting? He asked.

"Bacon and eggs." I responded.

He huffed in relief. "Thank god. I'm so glad you're not one of those models that live off baby food and water." He smirked.

I suddenly thought about my late night purges. Great. I'm going to have to purge after this meal. To hide any traces of nervousness on my features, I laughed. "Nah. I like to eat food."

He chuckled lightly and I couldn't help but notice how sexy it was. A lady about mid-fifties then came up to us and took our orders. Eli ordered a western sandwich with black coffee while I ordered my bacon and eggs with a sprite. Once the lady left, I asked him,

"Why do you care if a woman eats proper or not?"

"Because I hate this business because of the fake people in it. Most of them are models." He added, "No offense."

"I don't understand. If you hate this business so much, then why are you in it?" I asked bewildered.

His eyes looked into mine. "Photography is apart of me. Ever since I was younger. There's a certain rawness to it. It shows people what is really behind the objects in the photo…." He looked away, looking as if a painful memory came up.

A twinge of guilt pitted at the bottom of my stomach. I wanted him to forget what he was thinking that minute so I said, "It's okay I understand. You don't have to explain further." I whispered.

He looked back towards me and his eyes were serious with a hint of sorrow. "Why did you want to become a model?"

It was my turn to feel uncomfortable. No one has ever asked me that question before. I sighed deeply and said,

"The truth is I never wanted to become a model."

He titled his chin up in triumph. "I thought, you were different."

I gave him a confused look. "What do you mean you thought I was different?"

"Well….your presence it shows…..a certain depth." He looked at me intently.

This man. There's something so alluring about him-

"Okay we got your western and black coffee and bacon and eggs with sprite." The waitress plopped our food in front of us before smiling and leaving us to eat.

After eating, I started to feel the food making its way through my system. I needed to get rid of it.

"Excuse me." I rushed towards the back of the diner and went in the women's restroom. I locked the stall and went down on my knees.

I put two fingers down my throat and felt the bacon and eggs surfacing back up my throat. Soon, the contents of my breakfast was thrown into the white porcelain bowl before me. I leaned back against the door and breathed heavily. I don't understand. How come Eli didn't know about the favour I was supposed to grant him. Unless Drew never said anything and just assumed I would do the favour. Fucking prick blindsiding me. I slammed the stall door with my hand in frustration. Even though I'm glad I don't have to fuck anyone for favours, apart of me felt embarrassed and rejected that he didn't want me. Oh boy, what is happening to you Clare?


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