lena ♢ c.d + j.g

four

tuesday, 7:52 am - march 29th

lena evans

as i follow fabio to set, i spot cameron, who wears the same outfit as me, but with red boxer briefs.

his shirt is unbuttoned until the middle, exposing his pecs and abs.

i practically faint at the sight of him, literally stumbling over nothing and losing my balance.

i catch myself before falling and continue to walk behind fabio.

i still receive those glances and stares that i was given before.

"fabio, am i supposed to have shoes?"

"no, this is an underwear ad for aerie, you don't need shoes."

"underwear ad?" i scoff in disbelief.

"doll, it's not a big deal, it'll be quick, then you'll repeat the process 4 more times."

he stops and turns around, "are you feeling shy? nervous?"

"i don't know, i just.. i guess i wanna get it over with." i shrug.

"that's it, doll. channel your inner sexy, it should help."

"can i have some water?" i ask, my throat feeling dry.

"not now, you're supposed to be on set, but i'll get some for later. and i'll take your things, they'll be safe in cameron's locker since you don't really have one." he grabs my things and walks off.

i take deep breaths before walking forward.

"alexis?" i call out, hoping to gain her attention.

"lena, doll, get on set." she points, not even looking at me.

i rush to the all white background, the lights shining on everything.

i see cameron walk up next to me, with a grin.

"hey cutie."

"cutie? huh, that's new." i smirk.

"you realize your shirt should be unbuttoned, right?"

i look down, "oh shit, i've been walking around like this the whole time."

he chuckles at me before someone starts speaking on a bullhorn, "places, everyone! cameron, unbutton her shirt like yours. doll, are you aware of what ad you're posing for?"

i look to see a man sitting in one of those tall chairs for directors, holding a bullhorn to his mouth.

"underwear ad for aerie?"

"and what poses are you gonna give me?"

"sexy?"

"smart girl. okay, cue the music!"

taylor swift starts playing and i literally cringe at the sound.

i guess cameron noticed, due to his laughter at me.

"i know stan told me to but do you want me to do it?" he asks, referring to my shirt.

i shrug, not caring about it as much as others would.

i mean, yes, i'm fully aware i am about to expose my chest to him and everyone else, but i'm trying really hard to not think about it.

i watch as he reaches for the top button, undoing it before the rest until he stops above my belly button.

his thumb occasionally brushes against my skin, making me tingle.

his eyes meet mine before he gives a small smile.