The last roommate was Elena Gilbert. And Katherine hated her. Elena had arrived late at night with her suitcases. She had walked in with her doe eyes and rosy cheeks, expecting everyone to love her because she was used to be adored. It was girls like her that was the reason why Katherine only had guy friends. Elena was a weak girl who wanted everyone to save her. And she was selfish. Normally, Katherine would be okay with that, she was selfish too, but Elena hid hers behind fake smiles and kind words. They only thing that made Katherine happy about Elenas arrival was the fact that Rebekah seem to hate her even more. And anything that rubbed that bitch in the wrong way made her giddy with joy. There had been a big fight in the living room between the two girls, and Katherine had stood at the side smirking. Whilst Caroline who had been friends with Elena for years hopelessly tried to split them. In the end she failed and instead joined the fight. And Katherine had gone to bed with a smile on her face for the first time since arriving to New York.

At 9am the next morning Katherine sat in a cab heading to her first photoshoot. To say she was nervous was an understatement. She hadn't eaten all morning and her stomach was fluttering. Her thoughts was churning through her head. And when she finally arrived at the studio she half expected everyone to laugh at her and her stupid ideas that she could ever be a model. But the didn't instead they smiled at her and offered her breakfast which she declined, she still couldn't eat anything, before promptly sitting her done in a chair.

She had barely touch the seat before she was swarmed by people doing her hair, telling her how pretty she was and putting cream in her face. By the time the were done, almost and hour later, Katherine couldn't recognize herself. She looked like one of those people on the posters from the stores she used to steal from. Her lips were red and big. Her eyes popped with long lashes. Her hair fell in elegant curls down her back.

"Wow" she whispered in awe.

She had never looked so beautiful in her entire life. And when the showed her the dress she would wear she almost wanted them to stop, because it was too much. Much more than little Katarina Petrova from Bulgaria could ever had dreamed of. The dress was short and black, and the kind of delicate she was afraid to touch in fright of ruining it. And when they put it on her she never wanted to take it off. Because she looked confident, and sexy and like the kind of girl who could make guys fall at her feet and make girls like Rebekah Mikaelson envy her. She even got to wear heels. She could used to this, she thought with a smirk. Definetly.

The studio was filled with all kind of high tech stuff. Cameras, lights, umbrella-looking things and things she couldn't even name.

She was handed a big, red handbag and pushed in front of the camera.

"Okay, I don't want any smiles. This isn't a toothpaste commercial" the photograph instructed "I want sexy. Pouty lips. Big eyes. And confidence, got it?"

Katherine nodded, trying to remember everything. Before she knew it the camera had gone off. And she discovered that modeling … was kind of fun. And easy. Paul, the photograph, had only said things like lower your chin, look straight at the camera and stretch those legs. She had been pulled in and out of the wardrobe, and had changed clothes more time than she could count. Several hours later, when they were finally finished her whole body was sore and she was hungry. All she wanted to do was go to the nearest McD eat everything on the menu and then go home. But before she could execute her plan the was stopped by the stylist who handed her several white shoppings bags.

"The clothes" she explained, when Katherine looked at her dumbfound. And the bags were indeed feel with every outfit she had worn, and even the ones she hadn't.

"And this" the assistant sighed while handing Katherine the bag " you did really well today, especially for a first-timer, and Charles must really adore you if he is giving you this bag". The assistant sighed one last time before walking away mumbling something about a waiting list.

She was gone before Katherine could ask what was so special about the bag. And she didn't discover it before she was back at the apartment, where she discovered Rebekah in her room looking at the bags, Katherine had dropped on the bed to go searching for food.

"What are you doing in my room?" she snapped at Rebekah, she didn't have the energy to fight, but just wanted the blonde gone. But Rebekah didn't answe, instead she asked, in a tone Katherine you define.

"Where did you get this?"

"Get what?" The blonde had really lost her mind, she thought.

"This" Rebekah said as she swirled around to face the model, clutching the red bag in her hands, her eyes wide.

"Where. Did. You. Get. This?" Rebekah asked again in a low voice when Katherine didn't answer.

"From the job I did today. It was for some designer, Charles, and his brand. Opia..or Opo…"

"Opium." The brits voice was hard, irritated and judging at Katherines oversight. Sorry if I don't know the names, Katherine thought stupid beach. She might not had thought beach.

"Thi...this bag isn't even out yet. Anywhere." Rebekah practically yelled "and you are telling me that you, a russian cow, had the new it-bag from Opium before everyone?"

Katherine didn't bother pointing out that she was bulgarian. She just wanted Rebekah to be done with it and leave. What was special about the bag anyway. It was just a bag,

"Before Michelle Obama. Before Kate Moss and Cara Delevingne?" Rebekah continued to scream "Before me?!"

And finally it clicked for Katherine. She, Katarina Petrova AKA Katherine Pierce, had gotten the hottest bag before Rebekah Mikaelson. Katherine could feel a victorious smirk stretching out her lips as she stood a straighter and casually flipped her hair.

"Maybe you aren't so important after all" she taunted" but don't worry you can have this when I'm done with it. I probably have to switched it out with his next bag, since Charles adores me"

She had to bite back a laugh at Rebekah face. The girl looked like she was ready to kill Katherine. Rebekah stepped closer to Katherine, her fury only growing bigger at Katherines smirk.

"This isn't over" she hissed through clenched teeth before tossing the bag on the bed and storming out. Katherine smile grew bigger at the slamming of the front door.

Yes, she could definitely get used to this.

New chapter!

A/N I know that in the show Katherine has a lot of curves and such, much there isn't really curves on todays models. Compared to an average model I would say Katherine is curvy, like walk the VS show curvy.

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