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Heels on Duty : Chapter 2
"Not that way! Straighten up your back, Ces!" Holly commanded, holding my shoulders and jerking them backwards in the process. "How many times do I have to tell you? You can't slouch while walking. That's rule number one!" I was starting to regret I agreed to do this. Holly had been on the edge since last week because I couldn't make rule number one right. And it was rule number one. How would I be able to get to the next rule if I couldn't make the first one correctly? My ears had enough torture to last a lifetime within five days and I couldn't count the times she repeated the first rule to me in different tones and pitches. "Can't you see? These heels hurt like bitches! Jeez!" I complained, dropping on the couch and pulled up my feet on the center table. "You'll get used to it. Like they say, it hurts the first time." She crossed her arms over her chest and pressed her lips to a thin line. My mouth dropped open then closed. I meant to think of a remark but failed. Give it to her for making associations which were ambiguous and would, most of the time, resort to thinking green. Brushing off her statement, I dropped my feet on the floor, "No. I give up okay? I'm done. It's over." Reaching down, I unstrapped the damn shoes and threw it away, grateful that I could still feel the cold floor under my feet. The last time, they were so numb that all I felt were the tiny needles pricking them. "You can't just say it's over. We only have more than a week before the first screening; you've got to nail this." Holly looked exasperated. Her eyes were bloodshot from the sleepless nights she had spent teaching me the basics. There was no sign of the Holly I knew, the vain girl who wouldn't let a single strand of hair get out of place because right now, her hair was a mess. It was pulled up loosely in a ponytail and strands were falling off her temples. Facing me at this moment was Holly, my best friend, who wanted me to present myself decently in front of the panel and the student body. Because as far as I was concerned, I would probably make a fool out of myself while she flaunt whatever she got. "I want to be in this with you, Cera. If you call out, I will, too," she said, looking me in the eyes. Heaving a sigh, I plopped down on the sofa and crossed my legs over the arm rest. Staring at the ceiling was my escape to this. It was better than facing Holly when she dropped the bomb. 'If you call out, I will, too.' There was no way I could let her down. I hated the way guilt washed over me every time I didn't want to do something Holly was very enthusiastic on doing. She wanted this so much and I couldn't let her back out because I couldn't pull off walking on heels. It was so stupid and lame. As much as I didn't want to participate in this search, I wanted to do at least this for my best friend. Since we were half way there; maybe I could walk through the other half blindly so that I wouldn't think of chickening out. "But I can't take walking on those. They will be the death of me," I whined, my eyes still fixed on the ceiling. She was silent for a moment that I thought she was mad. But when I looked at her, she was deep in thought and I knew she was thinking of other ways to make it easier for me. Actually, I can walk with them. But I couldn't bear the pain when it reached the fourth minute or the fifth wearing those that I'd rather walk on bare feet than risk my life on those shoes. She smacked the wooden center table hard which startled me and made me shot up to sit. "I know what to do!" She shuffled to her feet and went to her book shelf to grab a couple of books and went back to drop it in front of me. My eyes shifted from the book to her and eyed her curiously. "What do I do with those?" "These will solve your problem," she beamed at me. Her face lighted up and somehow, the weight on her shoulders earlier seemed to have lifted. "Reading them will help me?" She rolled her eyes. "I thought you're smart," she mocked. She stooped down to grab two books and kept it in between both her arms. "Come on. Stand up," she ordered, pulling me up to my feet. Scoffing at her statement, I hesitantly stood up not knowing what she was planning to do. She has a lot of tricks under her sleeves and I just couldn't keep up. "Stand straight." Once again, I did. It took me two seconds to recognize the weight that was being put on top of my head. My head sort of jerked forward when she placed two books over it. Her freaking idea would have been okay if the book she used were school textbooks but, no. They were freaking encyclopedias! Freaking hard bound ones. "Don't move!" "No. Stay still, Ces." "Wait. Ugh! I said stay still." Holly was on the verge of slapping me; I knew it in my gut. The poor girl, who was under me, if ever I was the one teaching, would be left alone and would forever be the laughing stock of her schoolmates because I would probably ditch her after the first hour. But Holly wasn't like that. Her patience was incredibly long and I admire her for that because I, on the other hand, have a temper like that of a fish out of the water. "Hols, I don't know what you're doing. I can't stay still, okay? You're putting kilos on my head. How can I stay still?" I grumbled, trying to reach out over my head to hold the books together but Holly hit my hand with a stick. Now where did that stick come from? "Ouch!" Rubbing my stinging hand, I scrunched my nose, "What now?" She pointed the stick at me and said, "You have to balance those books to get good posture. Go ahead. Walk." "Are you serious? Balance them on my head?" I said incredulously. She just gave me the look which said 'do I look like I'm kidding?' "You're crazy," I muttered and tried to stand straight with the books threatening to fall from my head. "I've been informed. Thank you," she smiled sweetly at me and I knew that she knew she got me. I had the urge to roll my eyes but thought better of it. If I wanted to bring Holly back to sanity, I should make this work. This whole model hunt thing was getting in her head and under her skin so much. She was decided that we should present ourselves nicely to everyone to pass through. If not, I was afraid I would lose my best friend to lunacy if I failed her. I thought that maybe, just maybe, this was enough to compensate Holly's effort on teaching me modeling 101. Though balancing two massive books over my head wasn't such an easy task, I tried. Thirty minutes later, I made no progress. It was so easy when I stood still, but the moment I move one of my feet to take a step, they would all come crashing down. It was so simple when I balanced myself on a beam and I didn't have to put effort into it. But balancing these books over my round head was such a pain. That been said, Holly was sitting prettily on the couch, intently watching me as I suffered. "Ugh! I can't take it. I can't do it," I moaned, dropping the books in frustration. Holly shook her head and stood up, taking two books from the stack she dropped on the floor earlier, "I told you, stand straight. How the hell do you balance on the beam with that posture?" I glared at her, "Holly, I was the one balancing on the beam, I have control. Do you think those books have feet or hands to hold on to my head?" "Whatever. It's still about balance," she countered. She put two books over her head and stood straight. My mouth fell open when she started to walk gracefully around the couch without dropping a book. She didn't fidget, not even for a second. And here I was, dying trying to balance them while I stood up. "See? That was easy." She put down the books and motioned for me to go try it again. "Do it one more time. Remember, stand straight, chin up and don't think that there are books on your head. Just look ahead," she instructed. I wish it was that easy. Hell, she made it look so simple she didn't have to try. Nodding absent-mindedly, I placed the books over my head and held them for a while to steady them. I stood straight while still reaching over my head and tipped my chin up. When the books were settled atop, I slowly let go of them and slowly dropped my hands on the sides. Trying to relax was harder than I expected when Holly's eyes were boring holes at me. They were seriously nerve wracking and I felt like when I dropped the books again, she would just snap out of it. Drawing a deep breath, I dared to take a step then another then another until the books dropped. Looking down at the books, my eyes widened at the realization that just washed over me. Did I really take three steps? Three freaking steps! Well, it was nothing compared to Holly's effortless walking and balancing skills but it was still an improvement and it was good enough for me. When I looked over her, she was grinning from ear to ear, her hands clasped together. I smiled back at her, "That's good progress, isn't it?" She nodded, her blond her falling off the band and was messier than before, "I told you it's easy. So you just have to do that again and again then you'll be okay with heels," she stated matter-of-factly. But I wasn't sure as I looked over the pair of red pumps lying on the floor. Sure I managed to take three steps balancing the books; it was an improvement on my part. But walking on those killer shoes was a different case. If I was flat footed, I would've appreciated them but I wasn't. I was an athlete; I ran on tracks and balanced on beams. It wasn't a common thing for me to wear those. And if Holly didn't insist that I buy a pair when we went shopping a week ago, I wouldn't have bought them and my shoe rack would forever be free of deadly weapons. "So," she said, getting back my attention, "for you to be able to practice on those, you will have to wear them to school." My head whipped to look at her. She wasn't serious. She was planning on making me wear those to school? Where we have to walk at least two hundred meters to reach our building and go up three floors to reach our room? She must be out of her mind! "No. Hell, no! Holly, I won't wear those! No freaking way!" I shook my head hard to show how much I disagree on the idea she just came up with. "Yes, you will," she stated firmly. "Nuh-ah. I won't. Are you trying to kill me?" She collapsed on the sofa, crossed her legs and smirked at me. "Fine. You choose," she said teasingly, "You wear those heels for two weeks or," she paused, dragging the 'or', "I make you wear that dress on the screening?" she challenged. Now, I was certain. She was out of her mind. I would rather lock myself up in my room than wear that dress or walk on those shoes. The seamstress must've run out of cloth because that dress seriously needed some more to patch it up. It barely covered my thighs. It was a black spaghetti-strapped body hugging dress which ran till almost half my thigh-almost. And the neckline goes way down showing my cleavage or maybe it wasn't really meant to cover it. I was sane and sober not to wear that, and even if I was drunk, I didn't think I'd still want to wear it. "You're making it hard for me, you know that?" I sighed, plopping on the sofa next to her. "I could say the same." She shrugged before she grinned at me. "So what will it be?" I am so going to kill her!
Letting out a sigh of defeat, I grunted, "Fine. I'll wear those fucking heels."
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hod spoilers :P
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wilson bethel video interview
shelby will be back for atleast 7 episodes
"I’m sure that Wade fans are going to be very, very happy. What we have done so far [in Season 2] is very strong for ‘Zade’ fans. It’s more heightened [now] because Zoe’s actually had sex with Wade and also declared her feelings to George — and then had them reciprocated. What was a crush on George has turned into him calling off his wedding and making a huge gesture for her; and what was sexual chemistry with Wade has turned into full-on sex. So, there’s still a lot of push and pull on Zoe, and you will feel both sides continually — even though she does make a decision."
rachel bilson, hod
hahahhahaha saw this on fanforum. LOVE. it's hilarious and cute :)