"Tris!" I close my car door and look around the see who had called my name.
I left my silk robe untied, revealing one of the many bikinis I had been fitted to wear for this photoshoot. The other ones were lined up on a rack by the numerous cameras that were lined up on the sand.
I walked over there and said hi to the head photographer and managing editor of Sports Illustrated. I've already had several meetings with them, so they greeted me as if I were an old friend.
"You ready for this?" They ask with an excited tone in their voice. I was about to answer when I was cut off.
"Tris!" I turn when I hear my name being called again.
"Looks like your visitors are already here." Thomas, the photographer, says to me.
Visitors?
I look around Thomas and see Corey and all the guys staying behind him.
I froze. They are not supposed to be here.
"Hi Tris!" Kike shouts and waves at me.
"Corey, what are you guys doing here?" I say, frantically walking towards them while tying my robe closed.
"What babe, are you not excited to see us?"
"No Corey, I'm really not," I say, half serious.
This was my first time ever doing a bikini shoot, and it doesn't help that it was for a spectrum as big as Sports Illustrated. The last thing I need is Corey and his friends all watching me.
"Thomas called me saying you'd be less nervous if I were here. And I thought the boys would help you be more comfortable too."
I shake my head and chuckle. "You know, most guys wouldn't bring their friends to their girlfriend's bikini shoot," I say quietly into his ear.
Corey laughs and playfully pokes my stomach. "I'm just showing you off, duh."
I smile and shake my head at him. "I have to get to hair and makeup now. Bye babe, bye boys." I kiss Corey's cheek and wave bye to the group of boys.
I turn around and laugh to myself when I hear the boys synchronized goodbyes.
I couldn't help but feel nervous the whole time I was getting my hair and makeup done. I've modeled for years, and it's not like I dislike my body because that's not the case at all; it's the fact that I was modeling half naked in front of basically my boyfriend's whole baseball team that was freaking me out.
"Tris, you ready?" Stephen, the managing editor, asks me.
"Of course," I reply with an overexaggerated smile. I was so not ready.
I let Sandra, the makeup artist, put the final touches on my look before I walked down to the shoreline where the crew was waiting for me.
Corey and the boys cheering started as soon as I struck my first pose. It was nerve-wracking at first, but after a couple of pictures, I was entirely in my element.
I was feeling confident in myself, and my body and I knew the pictures were going to come out great.

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