I originally wanted to do mine in LA since my theme is sports. I had the idea of working with my brothers since they play for the LA Dodgers, but Helena snagged LA, and we can’t work in the same cities, so I’m settling for the Yankees instead.
“Mine is in Vegas, but if you just fly from LA after Lena’s, you can do mine.”
I think of Quinn’s words, and it’s not ideal, but since shedidask first and offered me a cupcake, I agree.
My alarm goes off before any of them can continue to convince me to join them. “Okay, I need to–”
“Wait! Hear my idea first!” Stel rises from her seat with Macey close behind her.
“I need to get to work, the boys–”
“It’ll take two seconds.”
I let out a soft laugh as she follows after me. She rambles her idea, and it’s honestly really good.
“Damn, why didn’t I think of that?”
“So, will you be in it?”
I agree only because I think she has the potential to win, and if my face being in it will give her the views they all think it will, I’ll do it.
The rest of the girls trickle out of my room, and I still can’t believe they flew all the way to New York to persuade me of this.
“You know,” I turn on my heels. “Since I’m inyourguy's photo shoot and since you’re already here, you may as well help me today.” I smile over at them, and they all agree.
We order two cars to get us there and make it to the studio pretty fast. A few tinted cars are parked outside, and consideringthey’re all cars from luxury brands, it’s safe to say the baseball boys are here.
My eyes land on a motorcycle as I step out of the car, and I nod to myself at their taste. I don’t know much about bikes, but my brother has one, and I’m sure he’d kill to ride this.
Their loud voices fill the studio as I walk up the stairs, and I silently pray that they aren’t insanely immature because we need to get some work done.
Their team agent agreed to work with me fairly easily. The few who are in my shoot are all getting paid, of course, but I also agreed to do the team's preseason pictures free of charge.
I still wish I could’ve done this with the Dodgers since, again, my brothers could’ve been in it, but also because I love their teammates. I decided to stop sulking about not being able to work with them and put on a smile.
We quickly have the boys' attention as we walk in. A few of them go completely still, and a few others whistle at us. I take note of the ones who whistle and make sure to steer clear of them.
“Hello, I’m–”
“I don’t think we need the introduction.” A surprisingly tall boy walks over before taking my hand and kissing the back of it. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, Sage Loana.”
I smile up at him before pulling my hand away slowly. “Thank you,” I glance at the group. “I have a list of names, but we should still go around and introduce ourselves—oh! Also, share one thing that starts with the letter of your name; it’ll help me remember names.”
I walk over to the center and the girls stay in the back, waiting for instructions. My group of baby models voice all of their names, and I laugh softly when they thank me immensely for choosing them to work with me.
I check off their names as they share them, nodding to myself when I see all of them are here. The boys introduce themselves next, and I notice we’re missing one of them. I glance around the room and see a guy sitting in the corner on his phone. I almost think he isn’t in the group, but I ask anyway.
“Liam?”
He looks up slowly, and with the way he looks at me, you’d think I just asked him to leave… although with how miserable he looks, maybe he’d prefer if I asked him to leave.
“Are you Liam Walker?” I asked since he didn’t really answer me.
“Yes.”
I glance around the room to see what his problem is, but no one voices anything, and when I look back at him, he’s on his phone again.
“Okay, thank you so much for sharing, Liam. That was my favorite one yet!” I smile over at him, and he drags his eyes over to me again and justwatchesme. I think he’s going to tell me to fuck off, but he only looks back at his phone.
