rest of him, and that was saying something, considering I’ve met a lot of gorgeous people. I'd probably give him an eight point five out of ten rating.
"Hey." He said in a deep, mature voice that wasn't fake at all.
He held out his hand at me, and waited for me to shake it.
Nuh-uh.
"Such a gentleman you are…" I said with a laugh. "I'm sorry but I don't shake hands with people my age. I prefer hugs." I told him soon after, trying to lighten up the mood. Apparently, what I said caused Riley to laugh; making her hit her brother in the arm.
"Don't worry Alex; he's not really like that. I have no idea what he's trying to pull."
I simply smiled at Riley and at Nathan since I had nothing else to say. I had no idea how I was going to return what Riley said. Good thing Nathan decided to speak.
"I came here because mom's on the phone." Nathan said, handing his mobile to Riley. "She wants to talk to you."
Riley got his iPhone, and then left us, before she went over to her room. I turned my head to the side and looked at the guy who sat only a few inches away from me. What could I say?
"Have you ever thought of modeling?" I asked.
It seemed like he got taken aback with what I said since his eyes widened, and his head shot up. After regaining his composure, Nathan simply let out a small silent laugh before he shook his head.
"Not really…" He said as he slumped his back, and rested his elbows on his knees.
I did the same, and then turned my gaze back to him.
"Why not?"
"Probably because throughout my whole life all I've been thinking about is soccer." He said in a casual tone of voice.
It was his turn to ask questions.
"Why did you ask?"
"Oh, nothing…" I said with a wave of my hand.
I got the Ruffles that was on the table in front of us and handed it to him. He got it from me after he nodded and smiled, and then he started to dig in.
"You could pass for a model. That's all."
"Really?" He said with a small grin spreading across his face.
"Really, really."
Not knowing what to say next, he slouched back down on the couch and stretched his arms over his head before he rested the back of his head on the palms of his hands. I heard him mumble something to himself, before he asked me about my career.
"So, you're a model?" He said with a small awkward laugh.
"Uh-huh."
"A supermodel?"
"Yup."
He ran a hand through his light brown hair and started to apologize for no apparent reason. "I'm sorry…really sorry…" He started with a real look of slight disappointment (towards himself) on his face. "It's just that…you…you're here…"
I let out an awkward laugh before telling him, "I can't really understand what you're trying to say."
"I've never met a supermodel before. I mean…I have…because of my parents' parties…you know where famous people come…but never…"
"I'm still not getting it." I said to him.
I inched my way nearer to him, and looked at him straight at the eyes. I saw him scratch the back of his head, before he tried to explain again. He looked...well...cute, and I couldn’t help but grin.
"Oh damn…you're just…" I wanted to laugh at his agitated posture. It was really adorable, that I needed to take a picture of it, but if I did that, it'd be rude, and…mean.
"It's just…I've never met someone like you." He said. Thankfully, I understood that part of his explanation, but only that part.
"Yeah…you've never met a seventeen-year old supermodel aside from me."
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Chapter 3: Supermodels Aren't Porn Stars
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After a few minutes of Nathan and me playing the 'getting to know you' game, we heard the bedroom door open, and out came Riley. She handed the phone she held back to Nathan, before she spoke.
"Are we going now?" Riley asked her brother, as she went over to the kitchen counter to get the black hoodie that rested on it.
"Hey." He said in a deep, mature voice that wasn't fake at all.
He held out his hand at me, and waited for me to shake it.
Nuh-uh.
"Such a gentleman you are…" I said with a laugh. "I'm sorry but I don't shake hands with people my age. I prefer hugs." I told him soon after, trying to lighten up the mood. Apparently, what I said caused Riley to laugh; making her hit her brother in the arm.
"Don't worry Alex; he's not really like that. I have no idea what he's trying to pull."
I simply smiled at Riley and at Nathan since I had nothing else to say. I had no idea how I was going to return what Riley said. Good thing Nathan decided to speak.
"I came here because mom's on the phone." Nathan said, handing his mobile to Riley. "She wants to talk to you."
Riley got his iPhone, and then left us, before she went over to her room. I turned my head to the side and looked at the guy who sat only a few inches away from me. What could I say?
"Have you ever thought of modeling?" I asked.
It seemed like he got taken aback with what I said since his eyes widened, and his head shot up. After regaining his composure, Nathan simply let out a small silent laugh before he shook his head.
"Not really…" He said as he slumped his back, and rested his elbows on his knees.
I did the same, and then turned my gaze back to him.
"Why not?"
"Probably because throughout my whole life all I've been thinking about is soccer." He said in a casual tone of voice.
It was his turn to ask questions.
"Why did you ask?"
"Oh, nothing…" I said with a wave of my hand.
I got the Ruffles that was on the table in front of us and handed it to him. He got it from me after he nodded and smiled, and then he started to dig in.
"You could pass for a model. That's all."
"Really?" He said with a small grin spreading across his face.
"Really, really."
Not knowing what to say next, he slouched back down on the couch and stretched his arms over his head before he rested the back of his head on the palms of his hands. I heard him mumble something to himself, before he asked me about my career.
"So, you're a model?" He said with a small awkward laugh.
"Uh-huh."
"A supermodel?"
"Yup."
He ran a hand through his light brown hair and started to apologize for no apparent reason. "I'm sorry…really sorry…" He started with a real look of slight disappointment (towards himself) on his face. "It's just that…you…you're here…"
I let out an awkward laugh before telling him, "I can't really understand what you're trying to say."
"I've never met a supermodel before. I mean…I have…because of my parents' parties…you know where famous people come…but never…"
"I'm still not getting it." I said to him.
I inched my way nearer to him, and looked at him straight at the eyes. I saw him scratch the back of his head, before he tried to explain again. He looked...well...cute, and I couldn’t help but grin.
"Oh damn…you're just…" I wanted to laugh at his agitated posture. It was really adorable, that I needed to take a picture of it, but if I did that, it'd be rude, and…mean.
"It's just…I've never met someone like you." He said. Thankfully, I understood that part of his explanation, but only that part.
"Yeah…you've never met a seventeen-year old supermodel aside from me."
----
Chapter 3: Supermodels Aren't Porn Stars
----
After a few minutes of Nathan and me playing the 'getting to know you' game, we heard the bedroom door open, and out came Riley. She handed the phone she held back to Nathan, before she spoke.
"Are we going now?" Riley asked her brother, as she went over to the kitchen counter to get the black hoodie that rested on it.
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