“Ugh. My head. Owwwiee.”
Her ears rang for the first few seconds, causing Raven to wince as her eyes slowly blinked before they opened wide and gazed up at the unrecognizable ceiling. Is this a kidnapping? Is that what this is? Oh god, like, they could totally get money from my parents and all. Like, I’m a really good target! Idiotic accusations swirled around her head before she finally looked to her right, seeing a stranger that didn’t feel like a stranger. Staring at her for a few seconds before her eyes trailed down to her laced bra all the way down to the bright pink underwear she had on. Oh god. Did I? I didn’t. But alas, lifting the covers and taking a glimpse of the beauties underwear said otherwise.
"I did." Raven groaned, her hands covering her face. I try to stay in the closet but what’s the point if I keep poking my head out of it?
Raven soon sprung out of the bed before a reporter could ask the question “Are you gay?”. She’d done this before. The whole “one night stand” thing and it never turned out well. Sometimes the chick wanted her money in exchange for staying quiet about the whole thing. Other times the guy was just stalker-level creepy as hell. But this girl actually looked pretty normal. She was finally recalling meeting in the club she went to last night. Hopefully this girl didn't know that she was the Raven Yuline. The Raven Yuline that could get her hands on a million bucks whenever she needed to and was on the list of “Top 10 actress that any guy would bang”. No matter how offensive some feminists might think that list was, it was a complete honor to be on it. The part where it says “any guy” was the main focus. Raven’s been trying to keep that status as a normal, straight actress. And as any person could tell, she was doing great.
She fished for her clothes through the pretty nice apartment the woman lived in and finally found her last clothing item under a bed sheet that had fallen off of the bed. Don’t I have work today? I did this the day before I had work? How stupid could I be! She was going through the file in her mind that held information about her jobs and right on cue, a text from Rose came. The chime could be heard faintly from the inside of her black bag and she seized it as fast as she could.
From: Needs to get laid/Rosey
You do know that you have a job today right?
A job you should have been here for 10 minutes ago?
A job that could open up some great opportunities for you?
Not to mention that you being late is always on my ass.
Get here now.
Rose was tough as hell. A rough exterior and an interior that probably wasn’t that mushy either. But in all truth, she was 50x ruder in texts rather than her awkward and fast paced self in real life. But she was almost always right and that meant right now.
”God, I have a modeling gig for the Angela Rinoe and I’m going to be late?!”
Raven gritted her teeth in frustration while she hopped on her left foot and put on her heels. For a second she looked back over at the girl with her chocolate brown hair falling over her face as she slept adorably. If she went out of the closet, she could wake up to her own girlfriend sleeping beside her. She could go on dates and all that! Honestly, she called herself bisexual but she's only fell for 2 guys in her life and those relationships ended horrendously. Quickly, Raven snapped out of it and turned her head, walking over to the exit. She actually considered leaving a note but it didn’t matter, they would never see each other again. The door shut silently and so began the walk of shame.
All the way to the shoot she was feeling sick. No idea what the reason was but that aching feeling wouldn't go away. Of course, as a professional, she was able to look like the had her full 8 hours of sleep, wasn't hungover, and feeling great. The shoot went off rocky at first, though, what everyone looking at her with a bit of annoyance. But the end results of the shoot were so great they didn't even remember it. And Angela Rinoe still seemed impressed. Rose? Rose still held onto her grudge and pestered Raven about how important time was and that maintaining her schedule wasn't only her job and so on so forth.
But the pain didn't go away even when she was back at home. Soon, she realized it was just hunger. "If only I had like a pizza right now." Raven got out some cereal and downed that in less than 5 seconds, afterward searching the house for more food. Some fruit were laid out on the counter, neatly inside of a cute basket. She attempted to take a big juicy bite out of the pear before realizing it was a fake.
"Who decided fake fruit was a food idea." She said before shoving it aside and throwing away the hollow pear. Raven was too hungry to have even realized that it was as light as a feather. After she went on a freny, eating whatever she could find, the refrigerator looked empty with only some cheese and a few other foods that she didn't even know why she had. And the pain was still lingering.
"Why am I this hungry?!"
The tapping of her 4-inch heels probably made the table next to her want to pull their hair out but Aline wasn't stopping. She checked her Instagram feed, making sure that her most recent posts had at least 4,000 likes and probably more. The brunette model looked out of place with her bright red lipstick, perfect eyeliner, and an outfit that looked no less than a hundred dollars. After all, it was up to Aline to make sure that she had a specific role in the fashion industry. To set a statement everyday.
Her mother, a well-respected lawyer and her father an actor. Father. Aline still hated that name and wondered everyday why they decided to change her last name. Aline Yuline. It sounded like a joke! A terrible joke you make fun of. But well, with the way Aline was, you didn't make fun of her. And don't even get her started on the idiotic blonde she had as a sister. A girl she had yet to watch the demise of.
Since work was finally over, Aline was sitting at her usual booth at La Varelle, waiting for her dear and probably her only friend she had. Well, unless you counted him. Aline was honestly a loner at her high school. By choice but at the same time not by choice. Walking near her already made most feel intimidated with the way she did a full up and down check of whoever dared to pass by her so close that she could feel the cold air blowing against her legs. The reason for this was terrible social skills and a pretty rotten personality. Aline's been known to...well...ruin model's careers. She's called the venomous cobra behind her back. Though it's not much of a secret.
"Where the hell is she?"
Aline looked around the diner. At the retro booths and the people that occupied them. Humans always gave off that sense of being more of a plaything (and food) than the actual competition in the contest to see who could gain the most popularity and make the most money. They betrayed you for no reason, used you, and some had egos so large it could inflate a balloon. After a while, she just learned to get used to it. To be 10 steps ahead of them so she could be the one obliterating them. That was until she met Elizabeth and a few others with personalities that contrasted hers so much it seemed as if it was fate. Aline always put on an innocent smile for Elizabeth, showing her other side and making sure she didn't get too close to her. After all, if Liz knew what type of person she really was, getting hated was a given. And that wasn't happening.
La Varelle was a place that she frequented solely for the fries she barely touched. Some people called her anorexic but she always just says she's on a diet. Gaining 2 pounds in this industry was looked at as if you were binge-watching Netflix all night and ended up eating 3 tubs of ice cream. So yes, Aline is actually anorexic. But no one knows about that. Then again, what super model isn't anorexic? Maybe she was delusional but food was pretty overrated.
