"I found her! I found her!"

Teddy stumbled a step to the side as someone shoved him out of their way. It was a short girl, one of his fellow classmates, shoving through people to get to her friends that were walking down the hallway directly in front of Teddy. He scowled at the back of their heads as they all leaned in to look at the girl's phone. He would have stepped out of their path just to get away from them if these hallways weren't so congested. For a such a small school, they had way too many students.

"Zoe Yang arrives at France airport and is seen in front of Dior studios minutes after. Looks like Dior found their next young and beautiful spokesperson." The girl spoke as if she was reading from something, although, Teddy couldn't see what they were looking at.

The girl to her left gasped. "Dior?! Zoe is modeling for Dior?"

"Why didn't she say anything before she left?" The other exclaimed.

Teddy cocked an eyebrow as he continued to trudge behind them. Probably, because you would've asked to go with. Teddy silently retorted.

"Look, look, look! There's a whole article that was just released." The girls leaned in even closer. "After Dior's recent search for youthful beauty to add to their next campaign, Zoe Yang was personally chosen and will now be featured in their magazine and commercials that will air all around to the world to promote the product. Our paparazzi managed to catch Yang at the airport among her arrival and she shared a few words with us. "My modeling career has been very limited until recently so getting a chance like this is very exciting." She says. "I'm at an age now where high-fashion companies are finally accepting me and I'm very happy, as well as grateful." Oh my god, I'm so jealous."

"I wish I had her number. I would be blowing up her phone right now, asking her where she was and what it was like to model for Dior..." One of the girls groaned with a certain sadness behind it, as if she were so jealous that she was suddenly emotionally distraught.

Teddy rolled his eyes as he finally reached his class. No wonder Zoe miraculously disappeared without telling anyone. They'd all bug the hell out of her when she was trying to work. Why would she need her small town friends blowing up her phone when she has paparazzi annoying her just as much as they would?

Teddy shook his head of any Zoe's thoughts, deciding that wasn't important. He simply slumped into his seat and pulled out his books from his backpack as the bell rang.

~~~

"We're having trouble so we've decided to come straight to the art for advice on the art." Some spoke as the stepped partially in front of Zoe's view of the mirror she was sat at as she got her make up done.

Zoe's eyebrows perked up in curiosity at this random males statement. He gestured behind her and a moment later, the make up artist stopped applying her highlight. Zoe spun in her chair to see two people holding up large standup posters on metal stands, two in each arm. All four posters were from the photoshoot Zoe had done a couple months ago with Dior.

"We need two out front and two inside. We can't decide which ones will draw people in and which ones will make them stay. You're so gorgeous, all five of us on the staging team couldn't pick." The man explained, shooting Zoe a smirk as she happily reflected.

"Well, thank you. That's very sweet of you." Zoe beamed happily at him and turned back to the posters.

Zoe stared at the four posters for a moment before deciding. She picked her two favorites to go outside, since passerby's and paparazzi would be seeing those. Only the people allowed into the store would see the other two, and that number was much smaller than the amount of people stuck outside. The man who asked for her input thanked Zoe and kissed her cheek before scurrying off with his team and the large posters. Her stylist grabbed the back of her chair and turned her back towards the mirror.

"Now, time for hair." The woman smiled into the mirror as she collected all of Zoe's blonde hair into her palm like those cuffs around napkins at fancy restaurants.

"Do we have time?" Zoe questioned as she looked at her phone. There was only a fifteen minutes before she had to go and meet the press.

"I'm not going to do much, don't worry." The stylist played with Zoe's hair for a moment, brushing out the strands and simultaneously running her fingers through the golden locks.

Meanwhile, Zoe searched the internet for any articles or mentions of her at Dior. She wanted to see how the public was receiving the news and if they liked her being apart of the campaign or not. Zoe always went to the internet when she was doing something in the public eye. Usually, it was hosting gigs so she wanted to see if people were excited to see her. But now that she was getting more and more modeling gigs, she was extra nervous and hypersensitive to the internets opinions, seeing as she had little experience in modeling in the first place.

"Your hair looks and feels so healthy." The stylist pulled Zoe from her internet trance. Zoe looked into the mirror to meet the stylists eyes as she flattened every stray baby hair she could. "How long have you been dying your hair blonde?"

Zoe let her phone in her hands drop to her lap as she thought about it. "Maybe 5 years now..?"

"That's a long time to keep up with your hair considering you're so young. Do you plan on going back to your natural hair color?" The stylist continued, genuinely curious but also just making casual conversation.

"No. Not any time soon, at least. My mother wanted me to go blonde but now I feel like it suits me now." Zoe answered with a smile.

~~~

"I invest in this dumb bitches clothing line and she spits out the same shit everyone else wears for me?" Zoe watched her mother walk through the private jet with her phone in one hand and a scotch and cigarette in the other. She placed herself in a white leather seat adjacent from Zoe's.

"Are her clothes pretty, at least?" Zoe questioned innocently as she stared at her mom.

Zoe's mother ran her skinny fingers through her short silver hair, pushing back the strands only for them to return messier than before. Her mother cocked her head as she stared at the photos on her phone, her dark red lips twitching in disgust and her eyebrows furrowed.

When she got sick of looking at them, she tossed her phone into the bucket of ice that was once holding a bottle of champagne. Now that bottle was sat, empty, in the seat across from Zoe's mother. And the ice was mostly melted...

"They're so boring, they'd be more stylish if I shat on them." Zoe's mother scoffed.

She raised her cigarette to her lips and took a long drag. Zoe watched and waited as she held the smoke inside her body to soak in and eat away at her innards. When the smoke escaped through her mouth and nose, Zoe held her breath. She always held her breath when her parents smoked. She made it into a game. She wanted to see how long she could hold her breath. It was also necessary since they were trapped in a private jet in close quarters and Zoe had no interest in getting sick from it.

Zoe's mother looked at her child, her eyelids sat just as heavy as always. Zoe could never really pinpoint what she was thinking. Her mother had a talent with poker faces. She could smile so sweetly to business partners, despite all the horrid things she'd say about them. She also knew how to burn holes through people with her glare. But in this particular state, Zoe could never really understand. She was expressionless.

"Don't turn out fucking boring, Zoe." Zoe's mother bitterly emphasized the cuss as her eyes narrowed. She flicked her cigarette into the ice bucket, the ashes sliding down the face of her phone. "But don't get tacky tattoos either. And dying your hair pink or blue doesn't make you special. Watch where you get piercings. Those leave ugly scars if you ever take them out."

With her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Zoe thought about it for a moment. She looked to her mother again, who was staring out the window of the jet. "What should I do then? What's left?"

Zoe's mother looked at her once more as she took another drag of her cigarette. She spoke as she let out the smoke, causing the clouds to exit in patches. "Go blonde. That might suit you. And heels. A woman's footwear says a lot about her. Only the most expensive and never have two pairs that are too similar. Skirts and dresses, as well. Women like myself have let the idea of skirts go but everyone loves a classy lady."

Zoe relaxed in her seat and looked at her outfit. She was wearing shorts, a white tee, and converse. Definitely not very original. And her natural hair was a dark brown. That was equally as boring. Zoe looked at her mother and studied her look.

Her hair was extremely short and a shiny silver. It was definitely a defining trait about her. She also always wore a woman's pants suit with sharp stilettos. Today, she wore an all white suit with no shirt underneath, only a black bra to match her black stilettos. She looked like a female spy in a James Bond movie.

It was decided. Her mother had a very strict style that she always stuck to and everyone knew it was hers. She was famous for her work and her fashion.

Zoe wanted that. She wanted to dye her hair blonde, find cute dresses and skirts to pair with some beautiful heels. She had never been against dresses or heels anyways. Just, as a kid spending most of her time in planes or in private school, she didn't have the desire to experiment with fashion. But now she did.

~~~

"I knew you wouldn't pick the black dress." Zoe's stylist playfully glared as she looked at Zoe in the full body mirror. Zoe chuckled as she tugged down the off-the-shoulder shirt that was squeezing her. "It's fine. This look is much more Zoe Yang, anyways."

"That is the look I'm going for, after all." Zoe chimed.

"Okay, hurry up, Zoe. The paparazzi are getting impatient." The stylist tapped her watch as she turned and walked off.

Zoe ran her hands over her skirt and through her low ponytail once more before slipping into her white, lace up heels. She scurried quickly out of her dressing room to follow the stylist until she ran into the event manager. They, then, rushed Zoe through the store and towards the front.

Paparazzi were lining the whole front of the store and burst into chaos at the sight of Zoe walking towards them. They could see her through the large windows in front of the store and were excited to get the interviews they desired. Zoe smiled and cutely wiggled her fingers at all the cameras as she made her way towards the door.

~

"Oh my god! The paparazzi photos have been released!" Lauren blurted, causing the whole class to turn to her.

The class was completely silent until her sudden outburst as everyone worked on what the teacher had handed out. Lauren awkwardly apologized and slid her phone on her friends desk. Students began to continue their work and their teacher huffed in annoyance before returning to his own work.

Lauren silently mouthed to her friend to scroll through the photos. Again, there was another outburst. But this time it was Jennie and she only gasped. Teddy scowled at the back of her head.

"She looks so gorgeous!" Jennie whisper-yelled as she scrolled through the photos. "Look at those heels! Oh my god, those heels..." Jennie cried.

"You think Dior gave her a bunch of stuff for this? I bet she has so much shit, already. I wonder if she'd give up some stuff for us." Lauren wiggled her eyebrows at Jennie, who playfully shoved her arm but didn't say no either.

Teddy had to restrain from rolling his eyes. Frankly, he was sick of hearing literally every kid in their school talk about her. He hadn't walked into one class or through any hallway without hearing her name. Freshmen all the way through to Seniors were curious as to what this rich blonde was doing but nobody had her number to ask her themselves.

It was smart of Zoe to avoid being bombarded with texts and calls all day but that also meant Teddy had to suffer. He didn't care where Zoe was or what she was doing. He just assumed she was crying in a corner somewhere. Apart of him was excited for karma to kick Zoe's ass when she came back to the whole school begging or her number. That's what she gets for forcing her way under his skin even when she wasn't here.