Catwalk Love

A/N: Hey world, ummm...so this story may look familar because some else origionally wrote it, but I adopted it from her. I give all credit to Love2Write DealwithIt for the first nine chapters of this story. I hope that any slight changes I've made to the story doesn't change it too much. Hope you all enjoy the story and it's continuation.

PS: This will be the only authors note throughout the entire story unless something changes. Please don't hate me for adpoting the story, or the changes I've made to it. Reviews and Comments are always welcomed in the proper section. I hope you all enjoy the continued version of this story.

CHAPTER ONE

Theresa Gray

"I still can't believe that my mom is actually making me have a formal dinner with them." I said to my best friend Jessamine Lovelace who was going through my walk in closet looking for something that I would wear to this stupid dinner.

"How about this one?" Jessamine said pulling out a full length, one shouldered dress that had a gold belt that would fit around my body snugly. I wrinkled my nose at it and shook my head at it.

"Jess, have you've been listing to me at all?" I complained. Jessamine didn't answer, just shook her head and walked back into the closet, obviously not satisfied with the dress either.

"I mean I understand that our new neighbors are lawyers, and lawyers and doctors always need to get along." At least that is what my parents had told me. Something about if a patient sued, and they would have the best lawyers in town already on there side. Yeah, whatever. "I just don't get why I have to be there?"

"U huh." Jess said, "How about this one?" she asked. This one was knee length strapless white dress. It was cute, and I knew that the white would only make me look tanner and my hair darker than it's already dark brownness. Sighing, I grabbed the dress from Jess, who squealed in delight that she had found a dress for me to wear. Pride just beamed from her face at her success.

"Go find some shoes and jewelry." I said sighing again as my best friend ran off into the closet to find the perfect accessories to compliment the dress. While she was doing that, I continued my rant.

"I mean they're probably just going to be a whole bunch of old people and I'll die of sheer boredom while they talk about things that I don't even care about."

"Oh stop complaining Tessa." Jessamine said coming out of my closet with a pair of gold high heels and a golden flower necklace in hand. Again, I took the things and laid them by the dress. Looking at them I could see that Jessamine had gone with the goddess look tonight, "For all you know they could have a very hot son, or two. If there's two you call me up ok." She wiggled her eyebrows at me. I couldn't help but grin at her infatuation with boys. But, of course, all boys had an infatuation with her too.

Jessamine Lovelace, with her blond hair and slender body and soft brown eyes, was one of the areas top models, of course, with I was also one of those top models. And at only the age of eighteen we both had huge careers ahead of us. So, of course, boys flocked to her like bugs to a light. They did the same to me, but unlike Jessamine I was always turning them down.

"I will Jess." I said laughing. Jessamine scrunched her nose and pointed her finger at the makeup table in my large room. Sighing and rolling my eyes, I walked over and sat in the modern looking chair and waited patiently while Jess curled my hair.

I stayed quiet as my best friend worked on me. I was to busy thinking about how I would have to keep the Gray family smile on my face all night, and how it would be torture to hear another one of my families lectures if I acted rude. And god did I want to act rude. Jess has told me on several accusations that I am actually a secret bitch. Nice to everyone around me, but if you really got to know me you would see that I was a complete bitch. Of course, she also said under that I wasn't a bitch at all.

To be honest, I didn't even know what to think of myself. I know that I hide my true self well. With two lawyers as parents, I was to nice to people who mattered, and a complete bitch to people who didn't. To be completely honest, I didn't remember when I was just myself except when I was writing her music.

"Ok." Jess said breaking me from my musing, "What do you think?"

I looked in the full body mirror already knowing that I would look amazing, but still was surprised at what Jessamine had accomplished. My hair fell in perfect curls that framed my face perfectly. She had swiped glitter through my hair and put a light dusting over my face, arms, and neck area. With my eyes, she hadn't put any eyes shadow on or mascara, only eyeliner and a little bit of lip gloss covered my lips. She had also strung the golden necklace around my neck.

"It's amazing Jess." I said giving her smile. She clapped her hands frantically together.

"Now go put the dress and shoes on I want to see the whole package." She said hands on her hips, her artist face already on. I rolled my eyes, but put the dress of without further question. I turned to Jessamine who nodded in acceptance. "Perfection."

I turned to the mirror to see a goddess staring back at me. The white dress clung to me in all the right places, but it wasn't too tight to be considered a slut's dress. The gold necklace hug over my collarbone perfectly and the gold shoes only made me taller than my usual five foot eight self, now I was at least six foot. The make up fit perfectly with the clothes, and gave me a natural look that only true beauties could pull off, at least that is what my manager had said before.

"I think my work here is done." Jessamine said. She turned around and collected her stuff around the room. While she was doing that we heard the house doorbell ring. Which only meant that are guest where here, "And right on time I see." She grabbed her last bag and started walking through the door. At the last moment she called back to me.

"The usual code if I any hot ones show up." She said to me. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but laugh.

"You know it." I said back. But of course I really did doubt that there would be any hot guys down there tonight.

Sighing, I looked at my reflection again, I couldn't help but smile at my own reflection. If there were any guys down there, they would definately be star struck.

Will Herondale

When the door opened to the large mansion I was expecting to see two old looking doctors with wrinkles and the smell of blood and cleaning supplies on them. What I got was a total shock, and two older people who were definately not wrinkled.

The woman, who Charlotte had told me was a famous surgeon, had milky white skin and dark brown hair, her eyes were gray. Plus, she had a decent body. Total MILF! She was warmly looking at Charlotte and Henry, probably thinking of way to get on their good side, like all the other neighbors that they had.

The man was like a complete opposite of the woman. Charlotte had said that he was the head director of the hospital here in London, but they where both American. He was exceptionally tan, but not fake and bake tan, a natural tan. His hair was a light shade of blond and his eyes were almost black. He also had the exact same smile on his face as his wife.

"Welcome." The woman said finally. Charlotte gave a curt nod, but Henry went into an explosion of "thank you's" and "we are so happy to be here." They both smiled, and ushered us into the huge house.

They then led us into a large living room of sorts which was decorated in a modern way. With weird geometric decorations in a variety of colors. Two large white couches faced a huge flat screen TV plastered to the wall, which were also white. This had to be there show off living room, there cozy one was somewhere else in this house.

I was about to sit down when a blond bombshell walked elegantly into the room. At first I thought that she had to be there daughter, but by her lack of formal wear I decided it must be a friend. I couldn't help but see Jem rise ever so slightly in his seat. The girl only gave us a quick glance before turning to the heads of the house.

"Hey Mr. and Mrs. Gray." She said, she was not American.

"Hello Jessamine." They replied. Oh Jessamine, that was a hot name. "Is she ready?" they asked, which I could only assume was there daughter.

"She's ready for one of our catwalk shows." My head turned to Jessamine, who was looking at Jem and I. She wanted to make sure we got that. That Jessamine and the Gray's daughter were models. Without another word Jessamine, existed the living room, but just as she was about to leave she called back to the Gray's.

"Hey Mrs. Gray," she said grinning, "When you call down Tessa, could you please tell her that Marshal changed the location of our next shoot, she should check her e-mail and phone for details."

"Of course I will honey." Mrs. Gray called back. She then turned are attention to us. "I'll just go call for Theresa now." Mrs. Gray walked over to a white box on the wall. Pushing a button she spoke into the box.

"Tessa, our guests are here," she said in a honey sweet voice, but it dripped menace behind it. "Oh and Jessamine said that Marshal changed your shoot location. Check your e-mail and phone. After dinner." She said as a last thought. A sigh came through the box that made me cock my head in interest.

"Very well mother." A voice that could only belong to a smoking hot girl said, "I'll be right down." The box clicked off and we all turned to the stair case that the Gray's were looking at. Mr. Gray was mumbling apologies to Charlotte and Henry, saying something about teenagers and even worse teenagers who are models.

"This dinner should be fun." I said to Jem who was watching the stair case with interest.

"Just try not to shock the girl with your vulgar nature." He said to me. I grinned at him.

"She's a model," I mused, "I've never been with a model."

"Shut the…" Jem didn't finish his sentence because a white goddess had entered.

Somehow she had made it down the stairs in her high heels without making a sound. The gold high heels did wonderful things for her forever legs, and the white dress hung amazingly on her already amazing body. She had her mothers dark hair and her fathers dark complexion. Her eyes where gray, but a much lighter shade than her mothers. She was hot, really, really hot. She had on the same fake smile as her parents, but in her eyes I could see a rebel that I wanted.

"Mr. and Mrs. Branwell, this is our daughter Theresa." Mrs. Gray said.

"Please," Tessa smiled, "Call me Tessa. It's an honor to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Branwell."

"Likewise, Tessa." Henry replied back.

"Ok, Tessa," I said to her. Her head snapped towards mine her smile changing a little into a real one. Charlotte gave me a glare that meant to behave myself, which I had no intentions of doing if I ever got her alone, but at the moment I had to deal with only a certain amount of being a complete ass. I strolled over to her and held out my hand to hers, with a smile she took it. Like the true gentlemen I was, I pulled her closer in until her arm was in the crook of mine. "Now shall we go eat?" I saw Tessa shake her head in amusement, and saw Jem who was rolling his eyes at my antics.

"That sounds like a lovely idea Will." Henry said patting me on the back and making me launch forward, taking Tessa with me. Her smile now completely genuine and friendly. If I must say, it was a very pretty smile.

"Quite Henry." I said. Then I turned a charming smile towards Tessa, its usual effect did not occur with her. Instead she raised her perfectly groomed eyebrow in perfection and her perfect eyebrows scrunched together. I didn't like how that her perfect skin was wrinkled like that and I had a desire to smooth the wrinkles out.

What the hell Will, I said to myself, what are you thinking about?! She's just another girl sure she's a hot one, but she's still another girl.

"See something you like Will?" I heard her whisper in my ear. I looked around quickly to see that everyone was entering large doors to the right that was probably the dinning room. We were alone for a few seconds. I gave her another smirk, again it had no effect.

"Actually," I whisper in her ear, "I see something that I need." I then very lightly brush my lips against her ear and then…she pulled back.

Tessa looked up at me with a face blank of any expression. She cocked her head, the shook it like she had decided something. Then, she turned on her heels and left towards the dinning room.

She didn't look back, and she left me standing there like a complete idiot. It took me a few seconds to realize what had just happened and reality felt like a kick in the balls.

She had rejected me. William Herondale did not get rejected.

I glanced back at where she had disappeared and I promised myself something.

I would have her, even if it took a little longer than most. I, William Herondale, would have Theresa Gray in my arms.