⚔Castor Cruz⚔

I watched the entire scenario play out down below. For one, I couldn't believe Zoe actually kicked Trent in his down-there area. Two... well... Well done, Leila.

I seriously need to move on from Leila. She's a supermodel, I'm a delinquent. She's book smart, I'm street smart. She's gorgeous, I'm... okay, I'm gorgeous too, but still. She is completely out of my league.

[A/N: REALLY want to add this in!!]

☼Leila Perez☼

I dreamt of him holding me around the waist. I wore a light pink skirt and white top. He was in his khakis and blue button-up. I didn't deserve to be standing beside him right now. I'd been hiding in secret until I'd met him, he was daring. I was nerdy, he was a player. He was gorgeous, I'm... okay, I'm gorgeous too, but still. He's too out of my league. 

[A/N: I felt I summed that up pretty well ;)]

⚔Castor Cruz⚔

It was almost midnight. I couldn't sleep. My mind kept wandering over things like the maths test I'm going to have to wing, the history speech that I can't remember and Zoe's tiny, but shocked, expression about Dad. 

Why did he have to come back now? When everything was going so perfectly? I stood up and grabbed the small velvet blue box on my dresser. I tossed it around in my hands. Zoe or Leila?

Mum had given me the box last week. She didn't tell me what to do with it, but just left it on my dresser. I'd asked her about it and she'd just smirked at me and looked away. 

I could give it to my little sister in a few months, or I could give it to Leila tomorrow. Ethan is my best friend, but Leila is slowly but surely surpassing him every second. 

I heard a loud screech that made me jump. I raced to my window and looked out into the garden. A familiar black Lamborghini had swung onto the kerb between our houses. Across from me, Leila opened her window with a dazed expression and a yawn, "Jerk, what time is it?"

"Midnight," I murmured, looking back to the Lamborghini. 

Lucy had a massive smile on her face, "Great! You two are awake! Come down for a minute!"

Why the f*** does she need us at twelve a.m.?

I raced down the stairs and out onto the driveway. Leila was only a few seconds later. Lucy brandished two booklets and waved them around, "Guess what I have here."

Leila raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow, "Are those...?"

I really wish she'd finished that thought because I had no clue.

"Contracts?" she asked, "Yes. I managed to score you both a two-month contract with Sports Illustrated AU!"

"Really?!" Leila squealed and jumped on our agent.

I slowly broke out into a grin, "Wait, so we have two months of modelling for the best sports magazine in Australia?"

"Indeed," Lucy nodded excitedly and quickly informed us where to sign and put our initials.

She hurried into her car and drove off. I, myself, was freezing in my wife-beater t-shirt and boxers. Leila looked no better in a thin dressing gown and pair of small shorts and a crop-top. 

Her lips were blue and she was shaking like a leaf. She mustn't get cold much. 

I grabbed her hand. It was like ice. I said worriedly, "Let's get you inside."

I brought her slowly inside. She moved so slowly it was like a slug. Leila crashed onto her couch and I sat next to her. 

She frowned, "I'm excit-ted. B-but it c-could have w-waited unt-til morn-ning."

I leapt up for the panel on the wall and turned on the heater to twenty-three degrees. We couldn't have her sick on her birthd--

I turned slowly to look at the freezing girl. It was already her birthday.

I said, "Stay here."

She managed to scoff, "Like I'm-m going-ing to g-go anywh-anywhere."

I smirked, "Not while I'm around anyway," I threw her a wink and left her to ponder what that meant.

I rummaged through the kitchen cupboard. Do models not have hot chocolate or something?

I finally found a packet of cocoa and some milk from the fridge. I warmed the milk in the kettle and poured the cocoa into a glass. Then I found raced up to her bedroom and grabbed her Doona. 

I paused and looked at her wardrobe that was mostly empty. 

She really deserved to have her clothes back. But... I sort of feel like it's what connects me and Leila. 

F***, I sound like a ditzy twelve-year-old.

I brought it downstairs with A Walk to Remember from her desk and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders as she continued to freeze. I put the disc into the player and the kettle went off. I ran into the kitchen and poured the warm milk into the cup of cocoa. 

Why was I doing this again?

I have a reputation. I mean, I spent three years in a school for juvenile delinquents. That's where I met Ethan. I only just got out. Was I seriously going to let that rep go for Leila - supermodel for Victoria's Secret and now my partner in modelling? 

Yes.

I picked up the cup of hot chocolate and suddenly regretted not making one for myself as well. I walked into the living room where Leila looked considerably better. I took a sip of her hot chocolate. Now I really regret not making two.

Leila glared, "That better not be my drink that you just took a sip of and left your backwash in."

I smirked, "You better appreciate the thought, birthday girl."

I handed her the hot chocolate and she blushed faintly, "Thank you, Jerk."

"Welcome, Nerd."

I sat next to her and pressed play. 

A Walk to Remember was about this girl and this boy but I couldn't entirely remember it. I was busy thinking about my dad. Busy thinking about Leila. Busy thinking about juvie. And extremely busy pondering the blue box.

Leila or Zoe? 

My work partner or my little sister?

Or was Leila more than my work partner. I glanced over at her and jumped a little in my seat. She'd been staring at me. One side of her mouth quirked up, "What are you so worried about?"

"Truthfully?" I asked and turned my head to look at her. I could tell her about the box. I could tell her about juvie. But the most reasonable was my dad, "My dad."

She mouth stretched into a thin line and she paused the movie. She finally let out an audible sigh, "What about your dad?"

"He hasn't been around for five and a half years... So, I guess I'm curious as to why he turned up so suddenly," I whispered. And it was true.

He came with no warning either. 

"Did you want to talk to him?" she asked gently.

I shrugged, "Yeah? No. Maybe... I can't stand the thought of him. He wasn't even there for Zoe's birth! But... he's my dad. I only have one."

Promptly she began crying. I gulped and stared at her, "Uh... Nerd?"

She was full-on sobbing.

My story wasn't sad, was it?

Then it clicked. The first day I'd met her she'd said she didn't have a dad. Her dad wasn't just 'not around'. Her dad was gone. 

She shook with tears, "Jerk?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Hold me," she squeaked as she sobbed and leaned her head on my shoulder.

I stared wide-eyed at her for a few seconds. A VS Angel was using my shoulder to cry on? But, no. She's not just a VS Angel.

She's my angel. 

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