You're Not Perfect
Chapter One.
I've been told that, quite a lot, but I never thought I was perfect. Just because I was a model, doesn't mean anything. I've worked my butt off. And everyone just thinks I have a peachy crème life. I don't, I struggle every day. Between school, friends, home, and modeling I never get any free time to myself.
Are you wondering who I as. Well it's me. Me as in Charlie Rae Smith. I'm 15 and I'm a sophomore. I go to a private high school. Its called Pine Hills Academy. I have wonderful friends. But they think I need to focus on them 24/7. Which I hate. And if I don’t focus on them then I need to focus on boys. Of course boys are going to want me. I'm a natural blonde, with big blue eyes. And I'm a model. Being a model makes me more popular then the cheerleaders.
"Charlie, what are you doing!?!" screamed my best friend, Jill, with her eyes popping out. "You know that I was coming here to take you to meet my cousin. And you're sitting here in front of your computer with your pajamas on and you haven't taken a shower!!"
See, and this is exactly why I hate having friends who think they need me to date there cousins. Now Jill is pretty her self. With Light brown hair and big soft caramel eyes.
"I know, I know. You don’t have to scream at me. I'll go take a shower and get ready. I'll be ready in 15 minutes. Alright?" I asked her.
"I guess. Its just that we have a double date in an hour. So I wanted to make sure that you were getting ready. And I didn’t mean to yell at you. Its just that I am so stressed. My little sister is killing me." Jill explained to me.
I jumped in the shower, and took the fastest shower I have since I was a little girl. I got out and put on my mini jean skirt and an orange tank top with a white half sweater. I applied black eyeliner.
"Crap!!" I screamed. I smudged my eyeliner down the left side of my face.
Jill came running in, out of breath. "Why did you just scream?" she asked, panting. She looked at me laughing. "Why did you do that. We have to be there in 30 minutes. So c'mon."
I grabbed a paper towel and wet it with cold water. I tried scrubbing off the eyeliner that ran down my face. But you could kind of still see it. So I took my foundation and put it all over my face. You couldn't notice it unless you were looking for the line.
I applied some shiny, pink lip-gloss. Checked my outfit twice. Then applied some bronze eye shadow. I was already to go.
Since Jill is 18, we usually go to parties and stuff. She was a model with me in till the modeling company told her that there was no need for her to work anymore. She tried finding more modeling, but no one needs any more models. She was furious, but she got over it.
"Good your ready. Do I look good?" Jill asked me. She was wearing a tight really, really short, black dress. Of course it was strapless. And she wore little make up. And with hot pink converse sneakers. She looked really good.
"Ha-Ha, your funny. You look amazing! I wish I was as pretty as you are," I told her.
"Well. Your prettier then me. My modeling agency didn't even want me. She wanted you. Every on loves you. All I'm known for is my partying and wild reputation."
"No your not, "I told her, "Your known for your great pictures, too!!"
We got in the car. Her car was brand new. It was a red convertible. This was her 4Th car since she was 15. Jill lights up a cigarette.
"Want one?" Jill asks me.
"Umm. No thanks," I tell her.
We got to the Red Barn. And when they say red barn they literally mean a red barn. The floor was filled with peanuts and there where just like barn things. Which I don’t know how to explain.
"I thought we were going to a club?" I asked her.
"Oh we are. They just wanted to meet us here, so we can have dinner first."
"Alright, then I guess we find a table."
"Jill! Jill! We're over here," 2 boys were saying. One had brown skate boarding hair. And the other one had blonde surfer hair. The brown haired one had green eyes. And the blonde on had blue eyes. They were both wicked cute. I couldn’t wait to find out which one I was having a date with.
They walked over to us. The brown one hugged Jill and the blonde one kissed her. So I'm figuring I get the brown haired one.
"Hey Cuz, what's up? You ready to have a wonderful night?" the brown haired one said. Then he turned to me. "You must be Charlie? I'm Shane."
"Hey."
Jill turned to me. Holding the blonde haired one hand and said, "This is Lucas. I forgot to tell you. We used to date in freshmen year. And he's best friends with my cousin."
All of us walked over to the table. There were already two drinks there.
Lucas said," I didn’t know what kind of drink you guys liked, so we," pointing to him and Shane, "figured that you could order them when you girls got here."
The waitress came and we gave the waitress our order. Then all the attention got turned on me.
"You did a really great job on that modeling thing, were you had to advertise the shampoo. I can't believe I'm on a date with you!" Shane exclaimed.
"Thank you. But can we just forgot that I'm a model tonight. Pretty please." I asked him.
Shane seemed to understand.
"Stressed. Eh?"
The food came so I was very grateful. We ate in peace with just little small talk. Then we, well the boys did, paid for the food. Then we went to the club.
When we got to the club. They checked every ones I.D's except for me.
"Aren't you that model that is like super famous?" the bouncer asked me.
"Yeah. I'm Charlie Smith. How about you?" when I said this I winked.
"Well nice to meet you Miss Smith. I'm Harry Reynolds." the bouncer said.
"Back at ya. I'm just here to have a good time. And be with my friends."
He looked at us again and muttered, "I just carded another model."
We all knew who he was talking about Jill.
"Don’t worry about it. I'm used to be carding," Jill told us, "Ever since my model agencies didn’t want me. So don’t worry about it."
"I knew you were that girl on the commercial get Fun Light. The cable one. Oh… did I love that one!" the bouncer just kept on staring at us. I don’t know why. I think he liked Jill.
"Well are you going to keep two models who are waiting impatiently to go in the club any longer?" Jill asked, in a bad mood. Her face expression was sour.
The bouncer looked liked he just got hit by a Mac truck. He muttered a sorry and opened the door to let us in. The place was really loud. And as soon as I walked in every one stared at me. I was worried. What if someone took pictures and posted them.
Chapter two.
Then those mysterious dark eyes stared at me. I felt a chill go down my back. Who was this person? And why did he feel the need to stare at me. You could tell he knew me. Or at least saw me somewhere. Perhaps on my commercial. Jill and Lucas ran off to go talk and dance. I got left with Shane. And I lost sight of the boy with eyes that could hunt you down like you were a tiny mouse and they were a big, dark, hungry lion.
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