Bound To You

18 | Model Pose

A L Y S S A

The past week I've avoided Trey like the plague, I didn't attend my classes that I had the same as him, I didn't go to any of the parties, I've literally locked myself away in my room or the library, I just can't bare to face him, not after what I heard coming out of his room. The only person who knows is Josh, I swore him to secrecy and begged him not to tell another soul, not even Nadine. Amanda and Nick haven't been back to school since she sadly had a miscarriage while visiting my parents over Thanksgiving break, she was so broken about it they decided to go away for a while to grieve, I've been keeping notes for her so she can easily catch up and text her everyday, sometimes I get a reply, sometimes I don't so least to say this week has been a pretty lonely one for me, I'm just glad I have Josh around, he's been great throughout everything and I honestly couldn't wish for a better friend than him right now.

Whilst sitting in the library trying to finish my essay for my fashion design studies class, I found my mind wondering, yet again, back to Trey, to Amanda and Nick, to Theo who's been awol all week, I've tried calling him but every time he tells me to mind my own business and focus on my classes, i***t, if only he knew. I threw my pen down on my notepad and dropped my head in my hands.

"Bad day?" I heard a familiar voice.

"Something like that." I replied without looking up.

"Mind if I sit?"

I look up to see Brett standing there with two coffees in his hands. "No, of course, sit."

He sat across from me and handed me a coffee.

"Do you normally walk around with two coffees?" I asked with a smile.

"Nah, I spoke to Josh and he said you've been having a time of it, so I thought I'd keep you company and bring you a coffee."

"That's so sweet of you, thank you, Brett."

"No problem, Shorty. So whatcha working on?"

"Trying to work on, you mean."

"Anything I can help with?"

"Actually there is something." I smirked with a raised eye brow.

"Oh, I don't like that look. Should I be worried?"

"Not. At. All."

I grabbed him and dragged him back to my dorm room as a huge wave of excitement washed over me. I push him on the bed before darting in my closet and pulling out a bunch of clothes that I made in class.

"Put this, this and these on!" I ordered throwing him a set of clothes.

He looked at them confused before shrugging his shoulders and whipping his top off revealing his toned torso which nearly had me drooling.

"Eyes back in your head, Shorty."

"Always." I winked.

He put the shirt on that I made which was a black cotton, long sleeve shirt, with black buttons, and on the chest pocket was my initials 'AP' stitched in with white cotton in fancy writing. Then he placed on the over top the dress waist coat I also made that was the same shade of black, with the same buttons and the same initial stitching only this time it was at the bottom.

"You made these?" He asked shocked.

"I did, in class. What do you think?"

"I think I'm only going to be buying Alyssa Parkes' specials."

"Are you being serious or are you mocking me?"

"I'm serious, Shorty. These are class."

"Oh, my gosh! Now the trousers, they're the one I'm most nervous about!"

He unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor, showing off his very manly legs that were toned and muscular, before pulling up the trousers I made which were black slacks with pockets either side and a silk inside layer, one button and a black zip.

"Do they fit okay?" I asked biting my gum on the inside in anticipation.

I watched him as he shoved his hands in his pockets, checking himself out and wiggling around in them.

"I don't know how you do it but these are the best f*****g trousers. They're comfy, they're fashionable, they're high fashion man, you're going to be a top designer, I just know."

"Honestly?" I exclaimed.

I jumped into Brett's arm, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close. "I'm so happy you like them."

"They're amazing, Shorty."

I pulled away keeping my arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Now you gonna tell me why you dressed me up ready for a wedding?"

"I will, eventually, follow me."

I led him out the room and onto the football field.

"Shorty.. What the f**k we doing on the football field with me dressed up in a suit?"

"Pose for me."

"What?"

"Pose for me." I told him as I pulled out my Instax camera and held it up to my face.

"Model pose?"

"Yes, damn it, pose, Brett."

He began to pose for me in a joking manner causing me to burst out in fits of laughter as I snapped picture after picture.

"You're doing great, now put one foot on the bench and rest your head on your hand."

"Like this?"

"Perfect." I said snapping another picture.

T R E Y

I haven't spoke to Alyssa since I confessed my feelings towards her. She's been skipping classes and hiding herself away from everyone. I went to Brett's party the other night in hopes of seeing her but to my disappointment she never showed up. Amy said she's been busy with coursework and locked herself away in the library. I walk past on my way to the gym to see her with her head in a book or with her head on her hand writing. She always looked so cute, and focused, it was hard for me not to go over to her and take her in my arms but my ego took control and made me carry on walking. I felt stupid thinking a girl like her could ever see me as anything more than a friend which was something I was trying to get my head around, I wasn't used to being rejected or not getting the girl I wanted, back in the day it was easier than my ABC's but then Alyssa came along and changed it all.

Walking towards the field for a run I spotted Alyssa with Brett, it looked like she was taking pictures, laughing and smiling with him. I had no idea what they were doing but I carried on walking towards them to find out.

"Like this?" Brett asked her as he posed in some dumbass pose.

"Perfect." I heard Alyssa's voice tell him as she held a camera up to her eye taking a picture of him.

"Hey, what's going on here? Porno headshots?" I asked with a smirk.

I could see Alyssa's body language go from relax and carefree to being shy and uncomfortable.

"Bro, you gotta see these clothes Shorty made, they're sick!" Brett exclaimed as he slapped my hand.

"They look good on you, man." I replied. "So what you guys up too?"

"Shorty here, made me put these clothes on and pose like a catalogue model." He laughed.

"For what reason?" I raised an eye brow.

"I don't know actually.." He said as he turned around to Alyssa. "Why again?"

"For my fashion design studies."

He clicks his finger in realisation. "Yep. For her fashion studies. Bro, when I tell you she's going to be the next big designer, I mean it, feel these bad boys." He beamed as he held the inside of his pockets out to me.

I touched them to feel the silkiest silk. Her clothes did look really good, she had talent for sure.

"Nice. Alyssa, can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked looking at her nervous form.

"Yeah, we're done here ain't we, Lyss?"

She smiled and nodded at him.

"And I can keep these right? Deal's a deal." Brett smiled pointing at her.

"Yes, you can keep them, but make sure you come into my class tomorrow in them so I can show my Professor."

"You're a doll, I'll be there." He smiling running off the field.

As soon as Brett left the tension in the air grew thick between us. As we stood there for a few moments in an awkward silence.

"Okay, I hate this, this isn't us, Lyss." I said breaking the silence as I slowly walked towards her.

She stayed silent.

"Alyssa? Come on, the least you could do is talk to me."

"The least I could do is talk to you?! Are you f*****g insane?!"

"Whoa, what the f**k did I do? You're the one who blanked me after I confessed everything to you."

"Then didn't even give me an hour before you jumped into bed with the next bimbo you met!"

"What the hell are you talking about? I haven't been with anyone!"

"Alright, Trey. I f*****g heard you! I came to tell you everything you wanted to hear and all I got was moans and groans from the other side of the door!"

She began to storm off the field with her back to me, I had to chased after her to find out what the f**k was going on and where she got this dumb idea from!

"Alyssa, wait up!"

"f**k off, Trey."

I ran up behind her and grabbed her arm pulling her into me.

"Alyssa, I swear on my life, I haven't been with anyone since you, so where the f**k have you got this idea from?"

She snatched her arm out of my grip and shot me a death look.

"It's not an idea, I heard it with my own two ears!"

"I don't know what you heard, Alyssa, but it wasn't me!"

"Whatever, Trey. Your ego was obviously bruised so you stroked it with another."

She stormed off again and I just silently followed her back to her room.

Once we reached it she tried to close the door behind her but I quickly stopped it by putting my foot there and barging in. I ain't letting her think that I slept with someone before she had given me an answer.

"Trey!" She snapped.

I closed the door behind me and locked it before walking towards her as she backed up away from me stopping once her back collided with the wall.

A L Y S S A

"So you was going to tell me everything I wanted to hear?" His tone was low and gruff as he crept towards me.

"Is that all you gotta say?" I snapped in disbelief.

"What was you going to tell me, Parkes?"

Just hearing him call me by my last name as he used too send tingles through my spine as I felt it collide with the wall behind me. His brown eyes dark with lust as he trapped me against the wall with his hands either side of my head.

"Tell me." He demanded in the sexiest tone. "Tell me what I want to hear."

"T-tell me who you slept with."

"I didn't sleep with anyone, Alyssa. Did you ever stop to think it could of been Jack? Josh? Brett?"

"Nn-no why would they be sleeping with someone in your room?"

"Because it's a deal we all made. There isn't enough space for us to be alone with someone so we use each others room when there's space."

"You boys are disgusting."

"Is what it is. Now tell me, Parkes, what did I want to hear."

I gulped the lump down that had formed in my throat as well as trying to stop my hands shaking and my legs giving out from under me.

"Was you going to tell me you loved me too?"

I nodded as I was unable to form any kind of sentence.

"Was you going to tell me you wanted me as bad as I want you?"

I nodded yet again.

He leaned in and whispered into my ear. His hot, minty breath covered my skin, leaving it cold when he moved away and hovered over my lips, his eyes staring deep into mine.

"Tell me, I wanna hear you say it."

"I want you." Is all I could manage to muster up.

"And?"

"I'm falling for you."

He made me feel like I was under a spell, willing to do anything he asked me. Like a little girl who was star struck meeting her idol. I couldn't shake the feeling with him being this close to me, which soon deepened when he smashed his lips onto mine.