A New Fancy

**Fancy's POV**

“Strike a pose, Fancy,” the photographer instructed, and I placed a finger on my lips with my back leaned against the wall. My eyes were fixated on the camera, giving off a sexy look. 

“Good!” The photographer said aloud and took a few more shots of me. 

“Will that be all?” I asked after the shots were taken. 

“Yes, for now," he said, staring at the camera. I heaved a deep sigh and quickly walked out of the shooting area. I was pretty exhausted as I've been trying to get a good shot of me for the new online fashion show. 

"Fancy, I must say you're a gifted model. Did you realize that in the first year, you've become the most popular fashion model, with many endorsements from clothing and fashion companies?”

I rolled my eyes as I took off the hair clip from my hair. 

To me, this was nothing new. I've been living with my mom for two years now. And in these two years, I know just how hard I've worked for myself just to come this far. No one knows what I've been through and that's one of the reasons I'm who I am today. I stretched my back muscles and winced in pain. I need to get out of here. 

“Since we are done here, I think it's time to leave.”

The photographer placed the camera on the desk and walked up to me. 

“Fancy, how about we grab a drink later tonight? My treat.”

I looked up at him to see his twinkling eyes and lips which he licked every second. I raised a brow, looking at him. 

“This must be how you flirt with others, right?”

“Huh? I don't understand what you're talking about.”

“Ray, I might be a model, but try not to flirt with me. It'll be in your best interest, if you know what I mean.” I warned, with a feeling of disgust. 

“I'm sorry. I was only trying to be-”

“Alright, I need to prepare for school.” I interrupted, not letting him complete his statement. I put on my dark shades and marched out of the studio in my low sandals. 

Yes, I'm a model, though I'm still chubby. Though, I have boosted my confidence by building my shape. Now I look bold and beautiful and the reason I could become a model. 

My mom played an important role in my life. After attending school, she personally hit the gym with me and we exercised together. Though my mom wasn't as chubby as I am, she's trying to look more sexy for her new husband, Simon. 

After she divorced my dad, she met Simon in New York six months later, and they decided to get married. I don't find anything wrong with my mom finding love again. As  long as she's happy, I'm okay. 

Besides, Simon is a nice guy. He treats my mom like a queen and I can't be more grateful for his love towards her. 

While I was about leaving the studio my phone suddenly buzzed in my purse.  

Immediately, I took out my phone only to see that it was a call from my mom.

I arched my brow, wondering why she was calling me at this time but I picked up quickly. 

“Yes mom?"

“Fancy…" 

My mom's voice didn't sound bright, and this made my heart skip in fright. 

“Mom, what's wrong?”

“It's…your dad.”

My heart sank and my stomach tightened. 

“What? What happened to him?” I asked with a fast beating heart. 

“H…he got into an accident.”

The moment she said the words, my world instantly came to a stop. I trembled badly and was short of words to speak at the same time. 

“Fancy, are you there?” 

Immediately I snapped out of my blank state. 

“M...mom, where are you now?” I asked in a haste. 

“I'm packing up your things and mine. We are heading back to Mexico, come meet me at the airport.”

"I... I'm on my way,"  I muttered, confused at the same time. I shakily put back my phone on my purse and without pulling off my short white dress, I rushed down to the airport.

Getting there, I found my mom who was already present and pacing from one end to the next. 

As soon as she saw me, she rushed over and we hugged, while sobbing on each other's shoulder. 

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“What? Just a leg fracture?” I asked, wide-eyed. 

“Fancy, don't be like that. It can't be that you didn't miss me at all.”

I went wide in utter shock. This must be a dream. There's no way this was happening. 

“Dad, can you hear yourself? I thought something terrible had happened to you, and so I had to fly all the way from New York with mom! We were literally crying our eyes out, thinking we wouldn't be able to see you again and then -”

“Calm down, honey. I'm glad you came. Maybe I should be having more accidents so you can visit me,” my dad said with a grin. 

I arched my brow in utter bewilderment. 

“Dad! How can you say such a thing?”

Just then, the door flew open. At first, I thought it was mom but was surprised to see Jacob. I threw my gaze away from him that very instant. The pain of what happened years ago instantly came flooding into my memories that I folded my hands into a tight fist. 

“Dad, I told you mom would come, though she looks really pissed this time.”

So, it was all his idea. I gritted my teeth in annoyance. He had better not say anything annoying. 

“Who do we have here,” Jacob said as he rushed over in front of me. 

I slowly took off my shades since he wanted to see my face. 

He creased his brow while staring at me, and this made me confused. 

“Wait, is this…My sister, Fancy?”

“Of course... She's changed a lot, haven't she?” oh, so he didn't recognise me, huh?

“Woah! Fancy, you look…amazing!” 

I scoffed but did not speak to him. I still can't remember the bad things he said about me. I always reminded myself of the things he and my bullies said, and especially Kyle Emerson. And whenever I thought of them, I exercised harder. 

“I never thought that you could put on a beautiful dress like this and makeup. My goodness, you look just like a model!"

This is all thanks to dad. I would have at least changed my outfit if I knew he wasn't in a critical condition. 

“Fancy, why aren't you saying anything? Are you perhaps still mad at me?” 

In anger, I stormed out of the room and headed to a quiet corner to cool off. 

I was furious to the pit of my stomach. How dare he talk about what happened two years ago like it was something minor? 

Just then I heard someone talking across from me, but I could barely see his back which was against me. 

“How stupid can you get, huh? You have the guts to demand pay from me when you did a shitty job, huh? He's fucking still alive, and you dare to ask for payment!” 

I creased my brow. That voice sounds familiar. Now I'm curious to see who it was. 

Just then, whoever it was slowly emerged from the corner and turned around slowly. To my greatest shock, it was Kyle. 

I stood dead on my tracks watching him. This must be a dream, I mean, what are the odds to see him here? Now I understand why the voice sounded so familiar. 

He looked at me with a stunned expression, but he didn't say a word and neither did I. We just stared at one another speechlessly. I thought these feelings were gone, but my heart was literally fluttering. Wasn't this just a crush? Why am I still having the feeling of butterflies on my stomach while staring at him? He was still so handsome, or should I say he's become even more handsome than I had last seen him. 

“Fancy, please don't be like this. Let's talk this out.” Jacob suddenly interrupted me and I quickly turned around to face him. 

“Mad at you? Do you think you should be saying that to me? Wait a minute, have you finally realized what you did?”

Just then, I realized that the reason we are having this argument was because of Kyle. I quickly turned around but saw no one.

Where did he go? He was just right here… I'm sure it was him? Come to think of it, what was he doing in a hospital and what does he mean when he said the person he paid did a filthy job and who was he referring to by not being half dead. This is confusing.