Bas' Pov

For the final part of the shoot, we were going to change into a different set of Hawaiian themed shirts and beach shorts.  We all went to the building with bathroom and shower stalls.  As I was rounding the corner, I bumped into P'Josh.  I must have hit him so hard because he ended up on the ground.

"I'm sorry," I said and bent to help him up but he said, "No!" a bit too loudly like he was in a panic, "No, I'm okay," he said more calmly.

He quickly picked himself up and tried to run but ended up holding on to the wall for support and started limping.

"You need help," I said firmly, walking up to him, "I can see that you sprained your ankle."

"No! Bas! I told you I'm okay! Now, go away!" he exclaimed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I was starting to get upset.  "You have been avoiding me since that day of our promo shoot when you just suddenly disappeared! And do you think I did not notice you just passing me by at the curbside by the pharmacy, pretending that you didn't see me?!  And now you have been avoiding me the whole day as if I had some kind of contagious disease?!"

"I have a respiratory infection that I don't want to pass on to anybody," he explained. "Our assistant manager instructed me to stay as far away from the other models as possible, that is why he has given me solo shoots for today."

"Oh, yeah?" I wasn't going to give him any leeway. "So how come when I first arrived I saw you talking closely with the other model, your heads almost touching each other.  It looked like he was whispering something to you.  Why did you not move away? Explain that to me!"

"Bas," he said tiredly, "I need to go find my assistant manager so he can take care of my sprained ankle and so that he can find someone to take my place. So let's end this conversation now, okay?"

"I'm not letting you limp around looking for your assistant manager," I said with determination, taking his arm firmly, "after all I'm the one who caused your sprained ankle."

"Help!!! Somebody help!!!" he started yelling at the top of his voice.  What the hell.  Everyone came running over and I let go of him, my hands up in the air to show that I didn't do anything to hurt him.

"What happened?" P'Tae asked.

"I bumped into him and he fell and sprained his ankle,"  I explained, "I didn't do anything else."

"So why didn't you try to get him to his manager?" asked P'Kim.

"I was trying to but..."

'Would you please help me get to my manager?" P'Josh asked, looking at P'tae and P'Kim.

"Of course," they answered in unison and positioned themselves on either side of P'josh, holding him around the waist as he limped away.

P'Kim looked at me curiously but didn't say a word.  I just shrugged my shoulders.

Josh's POV

Our assistant manager and the rest of the models who were also working under my agency arrived early at the beach.  We went to one of the beach shed to wait for the camera crew and for the staff of the beachwear company to arrive.

We shared sandwiches and fruit juices that we brought along because we had not bothered to eat breakfast so that we could beat the morning rush hour.  I took out my vegetable drink from my backpack.  It was still icy cold because I had placed it in the freezer the night before.  The other model sitting beside me, his name was Marsh, asked to look at the ingredients.  I was pointing them out to him, reading them one by one when I saw a van arrive and out came P'kim, Tee, P'Tae and then Copter and then Bas.  What the hell.  I walked over to our assistant manager.

"I thought it was another agency who was sending its models to work with us," I said, "what happened?"

"Oh, those guys couldn't make it because they had a previous commitment so the beachwear company contacted this other group that's coming our way now.  Be friendly and chat with them," he said.

"Marsh and the other models can chat with them," I said to him, "I need to look over my work schedule for this month with you."  Any excuse not to have to interact with Bas.

I kept my back turned to Bas so that he would not see me.

Fortunately when it was time to do the modeling, the assistant manager had assigned me to do solo shoots so I did not have to mingle with the other models, especially with Bas.

During the breaks they all went swimming and playing around in the water.  I opted to keep our assistant manager company.  He wasn't much into swimming or any beach activities so it worked out well for both of us.

When it was time to change into a different set of beach wear to model I took the clothes and went to the building to change.  On my way back, I felt someone bump hard into me and I ended up on the ground.  The collision was so hard that I did not even notice that I had sprained my ankle.

"I'm sorry," the culprit said and I looked up to see Bas extending his hand to help me.  Shit.

"No!!!" I cried in a panic. Then I realized that Bas was looking at me in surprise.  "No, I'm okay," I said more calmly after I collected myself.

I stood up quickly and started to run away when I felt a sharp pain shoot up on my left ankle. I gasped and held on to the wall of the building to support myself and started to limp away as fast as I could.

Shit, I felt Bas coming up behind me.  "You need help," he said firmly. "You have sprained your ankle."

This stubborn kid just won't leave me alone. "Bas, I told you already that I'm okay.  Now go away!"

I saw his facial expression change from a look of concern to a look of anger.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" he exclaimed. "You've been ignoring me since our last promo shoot.  You've been staying away from me like I had some kind of contagious disease."

His mention of a contagious disease gave me a perfect excuse.

"I've been having a respiratory infection that I don't want to pass on to you or the others.  In fact that's the reason that the assistant manager assigned solo shoots to me so that I won't have to mingle with the rest of you guys."

The truth was I had requested the assistant manager to give me solo shoots because I said that I work better alone and fortunately he agreed to it.

Bas gave me a look that said he wasn't taken in by my excuse.

"So how do you explain that you and P'Marsh were talking with your heads almost touching, huh?"

I was going to say that I was just showing the ingredients of the vegetable drink, but suddenly I felt tired, plus the pain in my ankle was starting to throb.

"Bas," I said, trying not to grimace from the throbbing pain, "I really need to go and find my assistant manager so that he can help me take care of this sprained ankle and so that he can assign someone else to do the rest of my shoot.  So let's end this conversation now, okay?"

I started to limp away but suddenly he grabbed my arm and said, "No, I'm not letting you limp around like this. After all I'm the one who caused your sprained ankle."

I did the first thing that entered my mind to get rid of him once and for all.

"Help!!!  Somebody help me!!!"

What the hell, I heard him say under his breath before finally letting go of me.