AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! so I think I deserve more than a couple reviews on the chapter :) btw shoutout to the reviewer that reminded me it was Tuesday! Ballzy and I loved it! Had me laughing when I woke up and saw it
Disclaimer: I don't own any VA characters and the idea belongs to DEE2389 (who's still sick :/) either way enjoy the last break-up chapter!:)
"Rose will you turn that stupid song off!" Lissa shouted as she came into my room. Well, it looked more like the aftermath of a clothes volcano erupting, but I didn't have time to worry about that.
"What's wrong with it?" I asked as I turned up the volume of Taylor Swift's Pictures to Burn. "I kinda like it."
"Yea well having it on repeat gets kind of annoying."
"I have other songs!"
"Two other songs! The other songs you have on your break-up playlist doesn't make it any less annoying!" she said, clearly annoyed.
"Well sorry I don't have a picture perfect relationship!" I snapped. "Since I'm left to pick an outfit for tonight because you have a date, I don't really give a shit whether or not you like my music. I didn't like walking in on you and Christian getting it on. I didn't like seeing Tasha sucking my ex-boyfriend's face after we had a fight. And then somehow managing to get him to go away when I didn't want him too. But guess what! I. Fucking. Deal. With. It!" I throw clothes, looking for a pair of pants I swear I own, getting frustrated with life as minutes passed and I couldn't find them.
"Looking for this?" she asked as she held up my black leather pants. I nodded my head as I plopped myself on my bed. "Look I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't been here for you like a best friend should. I'm sorry if it seems like I'm rubbing my relationship in your face, but honestly it's not like you were around. This whole week you've been hiding away with Mason."
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I didn't mean to say all that. You haven't been rubbing it in my face. And I know I've been spending a lot of time with Mason, but everyone has their boyfriend so it'd be weird to have you guys constantly with me so he wouldn't catch me alone. Plus, not like Mason's in the picture anymore either."
"I'm sorry," she said as she sat next to me. "He'll come around though. He just…I honestly don't know what he's gotta do cus it was pretty obvious that date was a one time thing from the start."
"Yea and now I'm dateless to the damn fashion show."
"Why don't you ask Dimitri?"
"Because he won't talk to him! He thinks I'm with Mason, so he thinks he's lost me and now probably won't even look at me. Especially since I kissed him. I mean I basically showed him I want him, and he's so wrapped up in thinking he lost that he didn't see it!"
"And you haven't set the record straight because…?"
"Because it's Saturday and it's not like I can go over to his place."
"Guess this after party came at the perfect time," she said before throwing me a shirt. I shrugged my shoulders before getting up and getting the last things I need to change.
"Will you do my hair and make-up?"
"Do you really have to ask?" she said.
She went to my bathroom to set everything while I changed. Deciding to take a bit of a risk with my outfit, I went semi-punk/chic. I had a pair of black leather leggings and a chiffon, off-white/purple-grey tint sleeveless Diesel top with an embroidery on the hem. Since it was almost December, I slipped on a Selected Femme leather jacket with slanted zipper and a T-birds-style collar. Now here's where, personally, I took a risk: my heels. I decided to wear my Giuseppe Zanotti gladiator-like sandal stilettos with 5 inch spike heels. To compliment the outfit, Lissa let me borrow her black pebble leather envelope clutch.
"Oh sexy mama," Lissa purred as I walked into the bathroom. "Trying to leave on the arm of a model?"
"Wouldn't hurt," I joked. "Now make me flawless." Laughing, she got to work on my hair first, ironing it so it's as wistful and straight as her hair, saying about how the sleek look and straight edges go with the outfit. When she finished, I saw a mischevious smile spread on her face as she got ready to do my make-up. She was enjoying this too much. Deciding to let her have her fun and not try and guess what she was doing, I closed my eyes.
"Mmm done!' she said after what felt like hours. Getting up, I started to stretch, but froze when I caught my reflection. I looked…perfectly flawless. She colored in my eyebrows, making them look thin but full. My lips were a red that wasn't too bright or vibrant and went well with my complexion. And my eyes were done in a dark smokey shadow, darkening around my chocolate brown eyes, making them pop even more, and barely lightening as my eyelids got closer to my eyebrow.
"Oh my god! Lissa!"
"I know. I think It's my best work yet! So don't mess it up! I want everyone to see it at the party!" she said, trying to be serious but she had a beaming smile, proud of herself. I hugged her as my phone went off, telling me it was time to go and get Jill.
"I'll see you later," I called over my shoulder as I grabbed my clutch and keys and ran out.
"So am I the model or you?" Jill said when she got in my car, dressed to the nine in flip flops, torn jeans, and a simple white t-shirt.
"By the outfit you have on, I'm guessing you. Aren't you models all suppose to be wearing top of the line clothes that I'd kill to have but you consider causal and only wear it once?"
"No," she said, laughing. "Lia said to dress comfortably since we're gonna be going through a million dress changes. I mean no use getting all dolled up if they're going to work from ground zero with every outfit."
"Guess that makes sense. Thank God I'm not a model. To have to go through all that on just 12 almonds. Im-fucking-possible."
"You watch Devil Wears Prada too much."
"Hey! Don't hate on Miranda! She's the sole reason I have any interest in fashion."
"So you're telling me it's not because you love me or because of the hot male models you'll meet backstage?"
"Woah woah woah. I'm going backstage?"
"Yea," she said cheerfully. "Since you're the only girl coming, I convinced Lia to let you come back with me, as my 'moral support' so don't make me nervous."
"Dully noted," I teased before focusing on the road. Which probably wasn't a good idea. Being Jill's first time riding in the car when I'm driving, she wasn't used to my way of driving and when we parked, I was worried she'd get sick before the show.
"You ok?" I asked. She nodded her head, taking a couple deep breathes before nodding her head again, grabbing her bag, and leading me inside.
"Lia," Jill said once we got into the back room. A slim, tall lady with sleek auburn hair turned around and a big smile spread across her face when she saw us.
"Jillian! You're here!" said Lia as she trotted over to us.
"Jillian?" I asked, trying not to laugh, but couldn't hold it back when Jill turned to glare at me.
"Oh you brought you're friend. Lia DiStefano," she said as she extended her hand out to me. God she was beautiful.
"Rose Hathaway," I greeted as I shook her hand. "I hope you don't mind me staying backstage."
"Oh no! Actually do you have any modeling experience? No matter you have the body. We need an fill in since Kitty called in sick. Go to Esteban and see if her outfits fit you," she ordered as she pushed us towards the dressing room.
"Wait! My make-up stays," I called out, catching Lia's attention.
"Oh that's beautiful. Who did it? No matter, just get ready, we start soon."
Going into the dressing room was like walking into a jungle. Girls were running around in bras and panties with clothes in their hands.
"Can I help you?" asked someone behind us with a European accent.
"Hey Esteban, this is my friend Rose, Lia said to fit her for Kitty's clothes."
"Hmmm you seem to be the right size. I hope you don't mind your boobs being out there for a few outfits," he said as he studied my body. I shook my head, meekly telling him the no make-up rule. "That's not my department, honey. Now let's get you in your bikini."
"Oh my god that was…" I trailed off trying to find the right word while putting on my pants
"Exhilarating?" said one of the male models from the other side of the curtain. Ambrose I think is his name. He had short, wavy, black hair with brown eyes that were just as dark, his tan complexion and muscular, well-built physique made him all that more alluring. Especially now that I was single. Didn't help that he was nice, and has helped me the whole night, keeping on schedule for the outfit changes and getting out on the runway.
"Yea that's a good word. Exhilarating." I was out for almost all the lines. The bikini entrance, the casual turned night out clothes, the office attire, the ballroom dresses, the night out badass outfits (my favorite), and other ones I didn't quite get. The only one I didn't do was some pastel looking line, but Jill was leading that one so it was fun to watch.
"Well I'm glad you liked it. Maybe you'll make this a regular thing," he suggested.
"I dunno. I mean Lia hasn't even-"
"Rose darling!" Lia called out as she entered the dressing room.
"Over here!" I said popping my head out. Noticing me, she picked up her pace and entered my make-shift stall.
"I just wanted to thank you for helping out tonight. I could tell you had fun, and you're a real natural at this. Have you ever thought about modeling?"
"Um not really."
"Well I'd love to have you come by my studio and do a couple photo shoots with us. Maybe the next one I have Jill come do, you can join her."
"Yea, maybe," I said slowly. "Can I uh finish getting dressed? I kinda have somewhere to be."
"Oh right of course! But no need to be modest. Believe me, it's nothing new," she said with a smirk, leaving me gaping at the curtains as they fell back into place. I finished putting on my shirt and jacket before putting my heels on while I left. Of course, that meant not really paying attention to where I was hobbling.
"Oh my god!" I shrieked when I felt something cold pour down my front. I looked up to see a surprised Ambrose, his mouth shaped into an 'o' as his eyes tried to not stay glued to where my now see-through shirt was clinging to my clevage.
"Rose, I'm so sorry!" I said as he tried to look for something to dry me off with.
"It's fine," I grumbled. "Now I have to go home and change! Maybe it's a sign I shouldn't go to the damn party."
"No you have to go!" Jill said, popping out of no where, wearing one of the outfits she wore earlier.
It was a three piece set with a frilled skirt that was a dusty pale pink with white polka dots and had a corset detail on the waistband, a white cut-away sleeveless top that was tucked into her skirt, which now fell on the upper half of her thigh, and blush tailored blazer with scrunched up sleeves that came up to her elbow. The outfit was matched with light pink satin and mesh interlude bootie heels and her ruly brown hair was pinned back and clipped together with a white bow. She also had on a gold chain with a vintage gold coin, two rose gold diamond bracelet cuffs on one arm, pearl bangles on the other arm, and a cupcake stackable ring set on her right ring finger. Her make up was done light, almost unnoticable, with shimmery rosy pink lipstick/lipgloss combination.
"Yea and what am I suppose to wear? My shirt is drenched in…what is this?"
"Punch?" Ambrose said, but a good whiff of my shirt said it wasn't just punch. "How about you lose the top and just wear the jacket?"
"Not happening. You owe me a shirt for the record."
"Duly noted. How about I accompany you to the party?"
"What part of I'm not going like this is no one understanding?!"
"Wear the outfit you liked," Lia suggested. "The red one that we had to force you out of. And have Susan add red eyeliner to your make-up."
I mulled over the idea before giving in and changing. The outfit was so edgy and bold, I fell in love the minute I saw it hanging in my stall, and that was before I saw the shoes. It was a pair of maroon skinny jeans that hugged me tightly, making my hips look wider, which made my waist seem slimmer, a simple loose fit tank top with a scoop neckline and a slight flair at the hem (but that's because my boobs hugged the chest area tighter than it was meant too), and a black leather jacket with burgundy sleeves and collar, an off center zipper, and a belt around the waist, the hem of the coat an inch or two below the belt. To finish the outfit, I put on Louboutin's Guerilla studded leather ankle boots with spiked 5 inch heel and that was open toe. The only jewelry I had on was ruby studded earrings, ruby bangles on one arm and a leather cuff on the other arm, and gold layered chain necklace.
"Ready," I said after Susan added the eyeliner.
"Ring the fire alarms," Ambrose joked as he slung his arm around my shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked as a devilish smile grew on my face.
"Just pulling my date close to me."
"Uh huh and who said I'm your date?"
"You didn't say no, so that's a yes in my book."
Shaking my head, I asked if he was following me or catching a ride once we got to my car. He asked for a ride, saying he'd be lucky if he didn't blackout tonight, and piled into the back. Pretty soon we were on the road and heading to the Belikov's mansion.
Music was oozing out of the house when we pulled up, had me wondering why the house was shaking.
"Daaaaaayum! Your friend knows how to throw a party," Ambrose said as we got closer to the door.
"Thanks," I said smugly. He rose an eyebrow at me. "Well I told them to get the DJ."
"Good move," he said as his arms slid around my waist and we walked up.
"Name," said a big bulky dude.
"I'm Rose, this is Jill, and this is Ambrose. Now what's your name big daddy?" I asked, not sure if it was the outfit or the model around me that added extra juice to my attitude.
"Pavel. You're on the list. Enjoy the party," he said as he opened the door for us.
"Roooooza's here!" shouted someone. Looking towards the voice, I saw it was Viktoria, hanging off of Andre. Chuckling, I grabbed Jill and Ambrose and joined my friends.
"Are you drunk, V?" I asked, clearly amused at her shaking her head, eyes wide and lips slightly pouted, Andre behind her nodding his head.
"Well how about you share some of what you're drinking so I can join?"
"Go ask Adrian," Andre shouted. "He's at the bar."
I nodded my head and turned to find the bar. Ambrose found it before me and tugged me that way. Giggling, I let him intertwine our hands as we passed through the dance floor. We were almost there when I felt myself hit a wall, but I never hit the floor.
Looking up I was met with warm chocolate brown eyes. The same eyes I've been deprive of for too long.
"Hey," I meekly said as he helped me stand back up.
"Hi," he said, his eyes raking over my outfit before looking at me again. "Sorry bout that I guess I didn't see you."
"It's all good. I'm pretty sure in these heels I'll fall over pretty easily."
"Then why wear them?" he asked, like the answer was so obvious.
"Beauty's pain, Comrade. Beauty's pain. Plus they go with the outfit."
"Oh Roza," he said, chuckling. But his humor quickly when someone came next to me and handed me a drink.
"Who's your friend Rose?" Ambrose asked, looking at Dimitri, who was sizing him up. Before I could say anything Dimitri turned around and left and went to the bar. I stood there, not sure what to say or do, looking at where Dimitri had been.
"So what did you get me?" I asked finally, looking down at my cup.
"Well I couldn't really decide so I got you Sex on the Beach. If you want something stronger I got the guy at the bar ready to make you Black Rose."
Downing half of my drink, I nodded my head while grimacing as the alcohol burned down my throat.
"Let's get that shooter," I said, knowing tonight wasn't going to end well sober.
AN: Sorry! Ok 1. It all gets cleared up at the party/next chapter. 2. I know Rose is being flirty and maybe an itsy but slutty buuut she's trying to hav fun and be the Rose from US before she met Dimitri so don't hate. 3. I tried not making this chapter romance-y like it was soley Rose being single and next chapter Romitri all over :)
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