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Idea:

Girl gets a job as a fashion model under the she attends the designer's boarding school. Only five select girls attend. Seeing as the girl's parents just died and her options are foster care or a dream job as a model, she takes it. But then she finds the sick truth behind the deal. The boarding school doesn't teach her anything but pain and humiliation. The other four girls are all on his good will because one's his daughter, one's his neice, and the other two are sluts which he enjoys. Our girl however isn't and refuses to let him touch her the way he touches the other two he's not related to. Because of her refusal he's cruel to her. Beats her, starves her, humiliates her in class, but he has never gone so far as to completely force her to sleep with him and never will, even he has limits. But it doesn't make the pain of abuse go away and he's famous enough and her legal gaurdian that she has no way out. So, at a fashion show while makeup covers her bruises a boy notices her. He's just a journalist but he insists on talk to her at the after party. He learns her past but she can't tell him her present. Not the truth anyways. But it doesn't matter. Because chemistry flies and they fall in love. They continue to meet in secret and he's at every show. Bad publicity swarms the two, reflecting bad on the designer who keeps on breaking her and so each night is more and more painful for her. As his heart longs for her well being and she longs just to have someone left who won't hurt her, where will the story go?

Requirements:
-I'm the girl
-You are both boys (deigner and lover)
-No sex, skipping it still counts as it being there so thats a no go too.
-Ok with dark and gory abuse scenes between the designer and girl
-Ok with the fact that even though im active most the time im flying back to saudi in a couple hours and probz wont be on much the next two days
-detailed start

charries?

you start?

Name: Mae Sofring
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Hair Color: Caramel
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 4'11
Weight: 117
Personality: tbrp

((haha, why she's a model ;) ))

((sure gimme a sec.))

Mae looked through letter after letter that told her she wasn't good enough for this job, not enough experience for that job. She had tried to apply for modeling jobs but most hadn't even replied. She sighed, throwing out another rejection letter. "Holy crap." The next letter she opened was beautiful. Elegant handwritten black text. Gold signature. It was an acceptance letter, not just to a fashion school, but a job as a model. And the guardianship she needed since her parents died a few weeks ago. It was perfect.

Mae danced around the room before seeing the first class ticket leaving in just a few hours. She called a cab to take her to the airport and rushed to get there. Less than six hours later so was in the New York airport looking around for her new life.

((um...you read in the idea how he's supposed to be using her right?))

Mae found a cabbie holding a sign with her name and followed him out the the car. He loaded her bags in the trunk. She got in. They were off. She couldn't believe that she was really going to a private school for just models. This was so exciting.

Mae gawked, "I'm the only model? Really? I thought there would be others? Is he a new designer or something? I haven't heard of him before." She buckled herself in, "Please, please tell me more."

She nodded, "Um, well this has always been my dream. I have a fashion blog, a diy clothes blog, a makeup and nail tutorials Youtube channel, a Lookbook profile and a fashion Tumblr. Anything and everything to get discovered. And then there was the wreck that killed my parents and now I'm here..."

She smiled, "Alright. You seem nice enough. And I'm sure you'll break it. My friend had problems with it. Just set goals like 'I won't cut for a week' or something. You'll get there."

She nodded, climbing out, grabbing her bags and heading in. She looked around the cavernous halls. It was beautiful. She gawked. "Wow..."

((and a happy new year!))

She nodded, "It's beautiful. Let's go see him. I need to thank him for this."

Mae tried to stifle a laugh as she walked in, "I take it we're late, sir?"

As they entered the room she went to shake Max's hand, "I can't thank you enough for giving me the job and keeping me out of the foster system. You have no idea how stressful things have been for me."

"Of course," she nodded eagerly.

((um, alright, but not too much. you know my requirements))

Mae nodded, "Alright. Do you have a changing room or something I could use?" She wasn't used to or comfortable with the idea of stripping down and changing in front of guys.

((um...alright...))

She bit her lip, "Um...alright, I guess...If it's necessary..." She went into the office space with the dress and changed. She came out, "Look alright?"

She obviously tensed, "Um, it's alright, we can fix it later right?" She tried to pull away, not liking the feeling. It set off every alarm bell in her body. "Can I go change?"

She just nodded, bolting into the office to change. Her first thought was What have a gotten myself into? then, Maybe I'm reading too much into it. Maybe it was an accident. Maybe it was just to fix the dress.

She put on her own clothes, "It's alright just tell me where and I'll find my way there."

She nodded, coming out of the office.

She smiled, "I'm glad to have a friend. I'm knew here."

((wait is the typo "best friend who's gay" or "best friend who's a guy" I just want to do the right thing))

((got it. i knew he was a guy i just wasnt sure what you were saying))

Mae smiled, "Well, now I don't have to worry about that awkward best friend romance scenario. And You can help out with setting up my dorm, decorating and stuff."

She shook her head, "They're all too touchy feely. I hate it."

She laughed, "Well a gay manly man is a bit of a rare species. Let me tell you though, you ain't missing out on much. They're all just in it for the butts and chests. Cheaters, liars, and players. I prefer the sweet guys who right poetry and blush and cry and feel things. The sensitive ones. A rare species in the straight variety."

"It's beautiful," she smiled and turned to Alex, "Well, I hope he finds that' someone."

((huh? anytime i guess?))

She nodded and began unpacking.

((sure))

"Who is it?" she called, placing a picture frame of her family on the nightstand.

"I'm alright, thank you though."

"Alright...um, doors unlocked," she said, reaching for a hoodie to slide over her head. Just to y'know, be safe.

((kiss. remember the requirement))

She nodded, standing and putting it in her closet.

((what do you mean, wait?))

She bit her lip, "Ya, thanks, um, I'm good..."

She ran her hand over her cheek as if that could wipe away the unwanted kiss.

She leaned on the door, "What have I gotten myself into?"

She tentatively opened the door, trying to pretend things were normal, "Ya?"

She hugged back, "No one else did want me. So I thought this was a break, now I'm not so sure."

"It's not them...It's max," she confessed.

"I don't know. I...I feel like he's too intense, like..." She didn't want to sound rude, but he made her uncomfortable like walking down the street in a bad area of town.

"I know. I was in high school before this, but I feel like he might like me too much, you know?"