⚔Castor Cruz⚔

I watched my new girlfriend through my window with narrowed eyes. I finally asked, "So why did you hand over the money?"

"So she won't come back for at least a few months," Leila shrugged, her blonde hair covering her Maths book. 

"Okay..." I nodded, still not understanding.

"I think I'm done," she said finally.

I groaned, "Thank goodness, I was about to die with boring!"

She chuckled, "Come on, we have a meeting with Ronnie."

"We do?" 

First I'd heard about it.

"Sī," she rolled her eyes, "Obtener ese pequeño movimiento lindo culo," she suddenly blushed and turned for her bedroom door.

I cocked my head. Did she just say I have a cute butt?

I chuckled and stood up, changing my shirt. I went downstairs into the kitchen, "Hey mama."

Mum gave me an eye-crinkling grin, "Hey baby boy. Anything interesting happen at school today?"

I smirked, "Quite a bit actually..."

She raised an eyebrow at me but Zoe burst through the kitchen door followed by Leila. Saved by the girls.

Zoe bounced up on down on her feet, "Mum! Cast asked Leila out in Spanish at lunch in front of everybody!"

I glared at my little sister. Leila stifled a giggle. 

"Finally!" Mum half-shouted.

I looked up at her in surprise.

"I was waiting for you to get the guts, Cast," she laughed.

I stared at her in shock. 

Leila grinned, "I was too. Rachel, would you mind giving us a lift to a meeting?"

"How long will the meeting take?"

"Only about an hour," Leila smiled gently.

Rachel looked at the time and nodded, "Then me and Zoe can go get some hot chips while we wait."

*****

Leila bounced through the doors first that were labelled in white stitching: Sports Illustrated AU. 

I followed through, more slowly. This entire thing was new for me. Leila had been modelling since she was ten. 

Leila glanced over her shoulder at me, "Come on, Jerk."

I smirked and tried to keep up with her energised self. 

The receptionist looked up, did a double take and then stuttered, "R-room 12B."

Leila took my hand and then led me through to Room 12B, knowing exactly where to go. She knocked on the door and there was a soft, "Enter."

She pushed open the door and dropped my hand. She beamed, "Hi everyone!"

"Peppy, aren't we?" Lucy grinned.

I rolled my eyes, "She's been a nightmare."

"Shut up," she fake slapped my chest with a small smile and then went to sit down by Lucy. I closed the door and took the chair on the other side of Lucy. 

The man by the screen nodded, "Great of you both to join us for this meeting. My name is Andrew, and I'm head of the Sports Illustrated Australia's photography team."

"Leila," my girlfriend - cue girly squee *cue eye roll* - said.

"I know that," he chuckled, "But I don't know this man here? Have you been in much?"

I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back, "No actually. Lucy just signed me the other day. I was in a few photos for Victoria's Secret unexpectedly."

"Name?" he narrowed his eyes.

"Castor Cruz."

The man hummed for himself, "Lucy. I like the one-name thing we have going for Leila. I think we should do the same with Castor, but not Castor. That's too common. How about... Cruz?"

I smirked.

Lucy nodded quickly, "Cruz. I like it." She wrote it down. 

Andrew said, "Okay, moving along. Since we have that name correct we will then name the campaign Leila and Cruz. It will comprise of two covers for our magazine, two sets of centrefolds posters designed to how you see fit, and two TV commercials advertising our new Spring catalogue."

Lucy wrote it all down. 

Andrew brought up a slide on the screen which was a massive table from excel, "Here is the calendar. We'll have one cover shoot tomorrow afternoon, a commercial next Tuesday, I'm aware Leila has the fashion show on the Friday so we'll schedule a centrefold the night before. We'll decide the rest after that."

"The night before the fashion show?" Leila murmured.

The formal. 

I spoke up, "Our school's Year Ten formal is that night, Andrew."

"Cruz," he frowned, "This is Sports Illustrated AU. I hope you realise how lucky you are."

He turned back to the screen and spoke about costs. Leila glanced at me and I locked eyes with her.

She shrugged, "As long as we're together."

I smirked and winked, looking back to the screen. 

*****

Leila emerged from the wardrobe in a pair of black shorts and a grey running top. She joined me and Andrew clapped his hands together, "You two look great together!"

We were in a fake-gym. Two rowing machines were facing away from each other. 

Andrew instructed, "Both of you, onto the rowers."

I sat on one and Leila sat on the other. The camera flashed. Andrew barked, "No! Cruz I want you sitting up straighter, shoulders back, showing off those muscles. Leila, more natural please, relaxed position."

Well... this was stricter than the last shoot. 

The camera snapped again. Then twice.

Andrew shouted, "No! Leila, I said relaxed. You look too serious. Widen your eyes, lean back slightly and let your shoulder fall down."

I gulped. If Leila - top supermodel - was struggling, then I was a lost cause.

"Cruz! What the hell are you doing? You look scared out of your pants," Andrew yelled, "I want you to sit up straight."

I straightened my back.

"Throw your shoulders back, broadening your chest," he instructed.

I sighed and did as he asked. 

"No! More! I need more power, Cruz!" Andrew shouted at me.

I smirked and tried to put in the most amount of dominance as I could. 

"Perfect!" Andrew said, "You look great, you look great!"

The camera flashed many times.

"Now pick up the bars and pulled back as much as you can, to show off your muscles, both of you."

I leaned forward and strapped my feet into the straps. I grabbed the bars and pulled back quickly, once, my muscles rippled. 

I wore only a pair of black Nike shoes and dark grey running shorts. My abs, pecs and arm muscles tightened in this position and Andrew clapped, "Great, Cruz, but can you lean back any further?"

I tried to see if the handlebars could come back any further and only succeeded in a millimetre. 

"Great!"

But I'd barely changed.

"Leila, you're doing just fine," so was this guy bipolar or what?, "but can you please tighten your grip on the handlebars and clench your core muscles?"

Leila squeaked behind me. I could tell she was trying hard but she wasn't exactly... athletic. Sure she went running, but not often. 

"Good," Andrew muttered and the camera flashed brightly, "Now let's get some shots of the two of you without the machines?"

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