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☼Leila Perez☼

I woke up with a loud yawn. A shiver shook me and I looked up. My window was wide open. I swear I closed it last night, after the Jerk had moved in next door. I shut it with a bang, glaring at Castor. He was watching me with a grin. I rolled my eyes and shut the blinds too. Why hadn't I just changed in the bathroom downstairs? I'm an idiot. He'll probably tell Ethan. There goes me in total...

I yawned again and stretched. I did my twenty-five sit ups and fifteen push-ups. I showered in my bathroom and washed my hair in that beautiful flowery scented shampoo. I dried it quickly and put it up in a messy bun. I walked into my bedroom, stark naked. I opened my wardrobe and my mouth fell open. Where were all my things that I hung on coat-hangers? I gulped and pulled open my underwear drawer. 

Stacked in a neat pile were this season's pink Angel VS diamond bra and panties set, my black booty shorts and a white Santa Cruz muscle tee. On top of the pile was a sticky note with a smiley face. I changed quickly, freezing my ass off. I felt bare for a school morning but ran to my window with a shriek and poked my head out, "You f****** b******! Why the f*** would you even think about taking my clothes! You know I don't want to show my face at the f****** school so why the freak would you do this?!"

"That's a lot of swearing for a nerd," he said plaintively. 

I growled, "Castor Cruz, answer me!"

"I did it to help you," he winked, "Sooner rather than later, right?"

"Give me my clothes back!"

"No," he smirked. 

"Ugh!" I shrieked again and stuffed my books into my bag, taking out my hair. I ran downstairs, "Mum!"

She jumped when she saw my appearance, "What are you wearing?"

She was sitting over a cup of coffee with Ms Cruz from next door. 

Ms Cruz cocked her head, "Leila, you didn't seem like the kind to wear that to school."

"Your son did this," I accused immediately, "He stole all my clothes last night and left me with this. Heck! These clothes haven't even come out yet, not even in Europe! I'm dead! And I definitely can't wear a pink diamond bra from Victoria's Secret under a muscle tee! That screams s***!"

"Castor did this?" Mum asked, concerned, "He might annoy you, but he wouldn't do this. How'd he find out anyway?"

"Why do you have clothes that haven't come out yet?"

"I'm a Victoria's Secret model," I said to Ms Cruz, "And, mum, I stupidly wore my outfit from the photoshoot yesterday in my bedroom in front of Castor."

"You idiot, Leila," she murmured, "But we'll talk to Castor tonight. You're gonna have to wear that to school."

"I-I..." All that hard work for nothing.

*****

Evie squealed as I made my way to my locker, "Why the hell are you wearing that?!"

"Castor," was all I said.

"Ooh," she said with wide eyes, "Do you like him? Is that why you're wearing this season's clothes?"

I sighed. Evie was completely oblivious to the whispers and stares I was getting. 

"No, Evie, he's a complete Jerk," I slammed my locker door, "He just stole most of my clothes last night and left me with this."

"That douche!" she shrieked, "Did he find out?"

"Yesterday afternoon," I sighed.

A little girl in Year Seven approached me slowly, "Leila? Can I please have your autograph?"

I wanted to give it to her. I always give it to people on the streets... but this time it was different. Because I was in different clothing I deserved to be noticed. 

I smiled sadly, "I won't be giving anyone autographs at school."

She bravely nodded and walked away. Evie's mouth dropped, "I've never seen you refuse an autograph. Tell me everything that happened yesterday and this morning."

I rolled my eyes and explained what happened. 

When I was done Evie glared. Not at me. I waved a hand in front of her face as she glared off into the distance.

Then an arm was slung around my shoulder, "Hey Nerd. You look nice today," Castor joked.

I elbowed him hard in the stomach, "Jerk!"

Evie growled at him, "Do you know how hard she's worked to keep her secret? And then, in two hours, you take that all away from her."

Castor shrugged, "And I care about that, why?"

"Ask yourself why you cared about taking my clothes and exposing me," I demanded.

Castor grinned, "Because one) you're Victoria's Secret's rising angel, two) you look totally hot in that and three) sooner is better than later."

I scowled at him, "I'm going to get you back for this."

Castor mocked, "I'm so scared." He deepened his voice, "You can't threaten me."

"We'll see about that," me and Evie chimed. We walked away in the direction of English. 

I whipped out my phone, "I have to make a call to my agent."

*****

I sat on my living room couch reading the latest issue of Vogue. I graced one of the pages and I stared at my bikini-clad figure. I didn't even know that I had been modelling for Chanel, but apparently I was. 

I tossed the magazine aside and stretched. I'd just come back from a run around the block and was in my Nike sneakers, shorts and tank-top. It had been too late to go have a shower. I was currently waiting for the cries to come from next door. 

I looked at my watch. 4:59:57. Three. Two. One. 

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

I doubled over in laughter. 

I'd gotten Lucy to send out a tech guy and set the TV next door to show a picture of me, Alessandra Ambrosio and Karli Kloss in last year's Summer line at precisely 5pm. 

I stood up innocently as Castor shouted, "LEILA GET YOUR F****** ASS OVER HERE!"

I walked with a slight skip in my step to the house next door and knocked on the door. Jerk opened it with a growl, "Stuff you."

"Whatever do you mean?" I asked with wide eyes, "I was just passing your house. I was out on my run."

"See for yourself," he chided and dragged me into the living room, "Care to explain?!"

"Actually, you should be happy that you get to stare at three bikini-clad VS models," I drawled.

He tightened his grip on my wrist, "How do I get rid of it before Mum and Zoe get home?"

"Chillax," I sighed and walked to the TV. I picked up the remote and pressed the button for a channel. I chuckled. The channel I'd gone onto was MTV - and they were showing reruns of last year's annual Peter Alexander Fashion Show. 

I bounced back onto the lounge and watched as I strutted out in a pair of the smallest lacy shorts and a tight-fitting lace top. You could clearly see my blue underwear beneath.

Castor sighed, "You're devil-spawn, but at least you're hot devil-spawn."

I grinned, "Thank you, Jerk."

"You're welcome, Nerd."

The front door opened and I looked up in alarm at the small five-year-old. She smiled brightly when she saw me, "Hi Leila!"

Zoe bounded over to me and wrapped me in a hug. Was this normal? I glanced, terrified, to Castor. He cracked up at me. I swatted his arms and gingerly hugged Zoe back. She let go, "Why are you here?"

"I played a prank on Castor."

"Really?" she looked with wide eyes to the TV, "Because it looks like you guys were watching a fashion show together."

I blushed. 

I could hear Ms Cruz's melodic voice from the door, "No, no Tanya! I insist! We'll be there!"

So my Mum was home. I stood up and stretched, "I should go."

"I'm pranking you back," Castor glared at me.

"I can't believe you didn't like that prank," I said, lifting a hand over my heart.

He pointed to the door with a flat expression, "Get out."

I giggled and turned. I waved to Ms Cruz, "Hey Ms Cruz."

She blinked at me, startled, "Leila?"

I bounded towards my house, "Mum! I'm taking a shower!"

"We have the Cruz's coming for dinner so dress nicely after, sweetie."

I sighed. Of course we did. 

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