Chapter 12!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well I don't have anything to say right now:/ I'm still looking for a perfect song for this chapter and I'm not sure for the media yet:P Chapter 13 will be posted tomorrow and get reading!:P

The modeling agency said that both of us were a natural in modeling and I was so happy about it because I've been getting compliments instantly and I haven't even really done any professional modeling yet.

"Are you guys sure that you're alright by yourselves?" Mom said concerned as she stood by the patio, waiting for us to go. I dumped my duffel bag inside the trunk and slammed it closed.

"Yes Marissa," Tristan assured my mom and slid his aviator glasses down his view. He smirked at me and I frowned at him. God I really hope I can read his mind or see his eyes to muster his expression.

"Well you kids have fun, I'll let Steven know and he'll be so proud of you," She hugged me one last time and let me go when Tristan started the Mercedez Benz AMG, which was my 16th birthday present from my mommy. "Oh, and don't have too much fun with the male models alright," Mom warned me and I looked at her weird. I'm starting to think that my mom thinks I'm a slut, and by the way I'm not like her, she had me when she was 17.

"Okay..." I popped the door open and slid inside the car.

"Wow, does Marissa know that I'm that male model?" Tristan teased and I slapped his forearm. What a stupid idiot.

"Shut up!" He can be so irritating sometimes, well most of the time and I'm starting to get the hang of it. "That's weird! You might be forgetting that you're my step brother remember?"

"Were supposed to be best friends remember?" He said for a come back. Right... My genius mom helped both of us get this job by not telling them that were related.

"Whatever dumb ass!" I muttered under my breath and looked out the window.

"I ain't a dumbass baby," He stated, defending himself. Psh! Uh yeah you are! I kept my mouth shut and didn't say anything back.

After a few minutes, "So... No parents..." He trailed off and my head snapped to look at him.

"Excuse me?" My brows shot up sky high and I know what he's thinking about.

"No parents around... Just us for tonight," Tristan grinned deeply at me and I masked on a horrified expression. HELL NO!

"Uh no! Fuck you!" I scooted farther on my seat, away from him because he's kinda scaring me. Freaking creeper who doesn't know manners.

"See! You're telling me that you will fuck me," He held my words against me. What an asshole! I rolled my eyes dramatically and crossed my legs together.

"It's an expression, thank you very much," I can't win an argument with this dude so I better just shut up.

"You're too cute Audrey," What the hell? Cute? What, I'm a puppy now? I frowned at him and he just chuckled. I feel like jumping out the window just to get away from him.

"I'm not!" I whined. I am cute but I don't want him complementing me, it sounds to sincere coming from him. Ugh!

"Yeah you are! I will do things to you that you will never forget..." I'm feeling hella awkward now because Tristan is just saying sexual things that is making me uncomfortable.

"Can you stop!? You're making me feel awkward," It is already awkward.

"Oh I am? Well you might just give in if I push you harder," He smirked at me and I wanted to slap him. I pulled my hood over my head, groaning and just curled up into a ball. I don't want to talk to him. This will be a long drive...

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We were in the road for more than 5 hours now and my ass feels numb, we haven't had any breaks and I'm hungry too but I just want to get to the studio and get this over with so I can rest afterwards.

"Hey Audrey," Tristan spoke out after felt like forever. Neither of us talked, well I didn't because I don't know what to tell him or ask him or if I could trust him.

"What?" I don't know what this is about but I know it's gonna be stupid.

"Did you talk to Lucas yet?" That was unexpected but okay then, I haven't talked to Lucas since the day I called him, well Kris did and I talked so that didn't count as me calling him.

"Why do you wanna know?" He wouldn't asked me that if he didn't want anything from me.

"Cause... You seemed down..." Down? Well I was upset that Lucas never called me but I'm over it. I stared at Tristan with my brow quirk up. Why does he care? Why is he being like this? I liked the arrogant/cocky Tristan than this soft side of him. Well I actually like him better like this but it feels odd.

"Yeah, I haven't talked to him," I looked at him seriously and I just noticed how perfect he looks, his muscles bulging as he drive effortlessly, jaw chiseled, and he just looked- What? He looks perfect? I swear he drugged me cause I will never say those words to him. I tore my gaze away and looked outside. He's not perfect!

Tristan parked the car in a spot near the entrance and I pushed the door open to stretch out my legs.

"C'mon babe, leggo," He walked around the car and lifted me off my seat.

"Put me down Tristan!" Tristan wrapped his arms around my thighs and waist and carried me in like a five year old. I started kicking and throwing a tantrum but he squeezed my legs and it tickled. He doesn't know that tickling is my weakness and I can't let him know.

"Remember, were best friends," He whispered as he nuzzled my cheek. Chills ran down my spine and I shuddered.

"Fine! Put me this instant!" This is really awkward... He faked to drop me and I had a mini heart attack. Dumb shit! He's trying to kill me! "Tristan!" I shrieked and held onto his neck tightly, I burried my face on his shoulder and panted.

"Ah, I can hold you like this forever," He sighed out and flopped on the couch lying in the waiting area. I scooted off his lap and sat beside him, my heart was still racing and I breathed harder. Dammit!

"You're an idiot!" I crossed my arms in front of my chest because punching him is a waste of energy, he's iron man remember?

"You love me," He murmured for only him to hear but too bad I did.

"Yeah I love you so much tha I like hitting you," I said in monotone, staring ahead of me. There wasn;'t any receptionist so we sat there alone. I observed my surroundings and the room looked professional and elegant.

Tristan laid his head on my shoulder and I tried shrugging it off but every time I try, it just end up back on my shoulder then he started humming. This day couldn't get any longer.

"Audrey Jennifer and Tristan Meyers?" A lady with a headset that looked like a year or two older than us walked out of a room and called us out. I stood immediately and Tristan fell all the way down the couch where I was sitting seconds ago.

"Yes mam," I smiled. Her eyes grew when she saw Tristan fall all the way and I giggled.

"Dear! Are you alright?" She asked Tristan and he up instantly, draping his arms around me.

"Yeah I'm okay, my girl friend just like to play a lot," He pressed his lips on my cheeks for more than five seconds, I scrunched up my nose because this is not nice, It's disgusting.

"Oh great! I'm Lindsey," She stretched out her hand to me and I grabbed it. "It says here that you guys live in Calabasas? Long drive eh?" Lindsey skimmed through our profiles and I smiled.

"Yeah," I was a little worried when she frowned though.

"So Tristan, your mom is Marissa Meyers?" I was about to disagree then I remembered that we're friends. Tristan glanced at me and nodded.

"Cool, she said that you guys are just close friends," Why is this woman asking so much questions!?

"Well things change," He looked down at me with admiration in his eyes and I felt my cheeks heating up. Lindsey observed us for a moment and she walked off, telling us to follow behind. I hate it when he looks at me that way!

We entered a room full of bright lights and plain white curtain as a backdrop. Cameras were everywhere and it was so bright.

"Riley! We got the models," Lindsey shouted out and it looked kinda busy around. The guy named Riley placed the camera down to look at us and damn! He is one fine man that looks like he's near our age, is every guy in this part of California around 18 and hot?

Of course I haven't forgotten that I have a smexy boyfriend who is in Florida right now but I have to live it up for two days, besides, he haven't checked on me. It's his problem that he won't call me so I won't call him.

Riley looked me over and he smirked, he has cropped dirty blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes which I find so sexy. Tristan gripped on my waist and I quirk my brow at him.

"Hi, you must be the gorgeous Audrey," Riley walked over to me and reached out for my hand himself.

"Yeah that's me," I smiled up at the sexy looking photographer and Tristan cleared his throat. Riley looked up at Tristan and his forehead creased. Way too ruin the moment.

"And you're Tristan," He said it without an expression. I was on the brink of laughing but I kept it in.

"Yes man, and you're hitting on my girlfriend," Huh? Girl what? I moved my gaze to my step brother and he wasn't kidding when he told Lindsey that we are dating.

"Well I apologize, but your mom told me that you guys are just friends," Riley clarified and Tristan scoffed.

"My mom made a mistake about that," Defensive much! Riley placed his hands up in the air and slowly backed away. "Thought so," Tristan muttered.

"Alright, we should get going to the photo shoot," I interrupted. Yay me for being positive.

"Okay, we'll just do sample shots and take the professional later, Audrey stand over there," I walked over to the plain white board and Tristan stood so close beside Riley with his arms crossed, daunting him.

"Oh that looks good, send it to me," Tristan peeked over the camera screen and Riley frowned at him. I bit my bottom lip but inside I was dying from laughter, their expressions are priceless!

"Sorry man, we can't do that," Sexy photographer said as he winked at me. I flirted with a smile and when my gazed moved to Tristan, he gave me a warning look. He's not my dad so I can do what I want.

A middle aged man walked in the set with a burger in hand and he resembles Riley a little, his hair was greyish and his eyes were hazel.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked Riley with a pissed mood and I was confused for a second. His dad? Uncle? Friend?

"Hey dad, I was warming up the equipment," Cute, it was his excuse and his dad snatched the camera away. He looked through, what I'm guessing are my pictures and shook his head in disapproval.

Tristan scoffed, staring down as he sauntered over to me, I smiled at him, not knowing what to do now.

"Sorry about that... Alright, can you walk?" The middle aged man asked. That's a stupid question but I nodded my head. "Walk in a straight line for me," I looked at Tristan and he just shrugged. I walked in a straight line and back as Tristan did the same. "Good, good, well both of you can be in the runway for sure so that's a plus," Riley's dad complimented us.

"Thank you sir," Tristan answered and there was a hint of smirk in his tone. Typical.

"Let's get going with the portraits and start posing, shall we?" We both nodded in unison and just listened as he talked. "...Today's just free style so have fun and just be yourself," I nodded again. Riley was grinning up at me and when I glanced at Tristan, he was frowning, deeply.

Riley's dad/photographer's name was Thomas as he told us later on the shoot. I'm being myself and just having fun while two guys ogle me- my body in specific behind the floor board.

"This shots are amazing Audrey, you sure you'd never modeled before?" Thomas glanced down at his camera and I nodded. "Wow, alright you'll get a campaign for Guess for sure." I beamed at him and walked over to him to look at my pictures, I did look amazing. "Tristan, you're up." Tristan meandered over and he was being silly and natural, just like his boyish self and I found it adorable.

I stood beside Riley and he kept brushing arms with me, like does this guy has a spasm or something? I shifted away and watched as Tristan posed like a real professional. He even looks great in his tank top and surf shorts without him even trying.

"Great, you both are like experienced, I didn't even have to say what you have to do, most models are shy and stiff but you guys are just natural," I grinned then I felt an arm snake around my waist.

"Well we try sir," Yes we do try, I work hard for this and sacrificed to be photographed by my mom to get into this position right now.

"I'll send these pictures to some brand names as soon as it uploads and yeah I'm guaranteed they'll take you for their campaigns, oh and for tomorrow, were shooting in the beach," Beach!? I'm already excited for tomorrow but I just wanna go to our hotel and sleep because today was too tiring for me.

We were about to leave when I heard Riley's voice calling out behind us. "You guys! Hey!" UGH! Not in the mood for this.

"Ah fuck," Tristan muttered. I barely hear Tristan cuss and when he does it's the worst thing ever, he always have this calm facade that's why. I peered up at him and he looked annoyed. Well... I am too... I just want to go to our hotel and rest for tomorrow.

"Yeah?" I said in monotone. I don't lead guys into something I can't commit.

"Wanna hang out? There's a bar near by," So he's a party person! I looked up and the sun was still streaking high.

"Isn't it too early for drinking?" I never drank alcohol before, mom banned me on doing so and I'm a good girl so I won't drink till I'm legal. Haha I'm guessing you don't believe me but I'm being honest.

"Never early for alcohol babe," Riley hang his arms around my shoulder, brushing Tristan off. I swear I saw his eyes lit brightly like an ember, and he was angry.

"Don't fucking touch my girlfriend bitch!" Tristan shoved him off me and Riley backed away slowly.

"Whoa calm down dude!" I looked at Riley apologetically and laced my hand with Tristan, pulling him away.

"Don't call her babe either!" Well look who's saying to not call me 'babe'? I placed my hand on his arm and that made him calm a little bit. I'm actually thankful that Tristan was here because who knows what will happen if Riley bring me to the effin bar.

"Alright man," Riley walked away slowly towards the studio and we were alone in the parking lot, my brows shot up. Why is he being like this? Is he saving me for Lucas? Is he being protective as my step brother? Is he...?

"'Don't call her babe?'" I looked at him incredulously and he smirked. He changes his mood in like a snap and that's weird and good at the same time.

"I'm the only one who can call you that, babe," Winking his left eye, I smiled and shook my head. I actually got the hang of him calling me babe that it didn't bother me anymore.

We drove for 5 minutes and found our hotel, Hotel Laguna. Tristan opened the trunk and I snatched my duffel bag out but he took it away from me and carried our bags together. Wow, his muscles were bulging and I'm enjoying looking at it. Yeah I was.

Tristan glanced back at me and a smirk appeared on his face when he saw me staring. I don't care what he thinks! I shoved past him and flipped my hair to let him know he has nada affect on me.

There was a receptionist waiting behind the front desk, her attention instantly snapped towards Tristan who was right behind me.

"Hello welcome to Hotel Laguna," She greeted with a warm smile and I found her grinning behind me, I glanced back and Tristan winked at her. Of course, I should've expected it.

"Hi! Can we get a king suit with two bedrooms," The receptionist named Amelia looked pissed when she turned to look at me.

"Sorry, there's only a king suit with one bedroom left," She rolled her eyes before looking at me. My temper was running low and I wanted to slap this bitch. My fingers tingled, I wanted to grab her by the collar and slam her skulls onto the desk and-

"We'll take it," Tristan cut in, I was still planning on how to murder this rude girl and he decided to interrupt. He took out his credit card and I swear the receptionist brushed her hands purposely to his hand. I glared at her and kissed my teeth. Stupid ho.

"Enjoy your stay," She dangled the key card and I snatched it off her hands. I don't give a crap if that hurt. She looked at me with wide eyes and I smirked at her.

Our room was located on the fourth floor, the elevator slid open and I looked for our suit, unlocking the door and the instant I saw the bed, I jumped on it. Thank god!

Tristan dropped the bags on the ground and lied down beside me.

"Ah this is nice. Bed. You. Me. Alone." He whispered so closely that I felt his breath on my neck. I was in ninja mode the second he touched my arm and I jumped up.

"You ain't touching me dumb ass!" He stood up in one smooth moved and he was close to me again.

"Chill!" He tucked in the loose hair behind my ears and stared at me for a moment. The sun was setting in the horizon and it was getting darker.

"I ain't chilling bitch! I'm alone with you in this room for a night!" I took a stepped back and he filled in the gap. God help me survive the night!

"Shhh I won't do anything!" Tristan leaned down and I stiffen. He's gonna freaking kiss me! Abort mission! Repeat, abort mission! I swallowed down the lump that formed in my throat and I inhaled in.

He was a breath away, almost brushing his soft lips to mine when he spoke. "I need to take a shower," He murmured but he didn't kiss me. That was close, when he back away from me, I breathed out deeply and I felt like I was choking.

I was a little intimidated and disappointed at the same time and I sank down the wall. God damn! Why oh why!? My phone dinged and I hoped that it was Lucas, I pulled it out of my short pockets and... Kris name was on the screen.

'How's Laguna beach?' I don't really feel like replying so I just locked my phone back.

How to resist a player? First, don't look at their body. Second, push them away. Third, be a cold bitch. I got this, He can never touch me cause I'll keep that three rules in my head for the rest of our stay here.

I sat there staring on my phone when the door of the bathroom open and guess what! Tristan throttled out the bathroom with nothing on! I mean NOTHING! Like he was a five year old who just got out of a bubble bath naked. Not cute! Well... It wasn't cute but it was damn sexy.

I moved my gaze on the floor instantly and heat creeped up on my cheeks. He's freaking intimidating me like why!?

His figure stood in front of me but I didn't looked up at him. Gosh his flashing his manliness right in front of my head! Ugh.

"Tristan, why don't you have anything on?" I asked through gritted teeth. This is not funny! I tilted my head to the side and slid up the wall, the instant I was standing I looked at him dead in the eyes, he was smirking.

"Cause I fucking want you," He pressed himself against me and placed his hands on my waist. I'm fucked. Wait! He wants me? Like lust or for reals? That's a dumb question. of course he wants lust...