This chapter is really short, and for that I'm sorry. But I was just not feeling the inspiration with this fic these past few days. I'm still a bit fried from exams. The next chapter will be longer, I promise. : )
Chapter Five
“Hey there,”
I blinked, looking up from the water cooler at the friendly voice right behind me. It didn’t sound like any of the guys, so I was wondering who had mistaken me for someone else. We didn’t exactly know a ton of people on set, having only been there for about three hours.
I turned with a polite smile. I was surprised to actually recognize the person who had spoken.
“Oh, hi! Scott, was it?” I thought back, really hoping I had gotten the right name.
He grinned, arms crossed lightly over his chest, stance confident. “You got it, gorgeous.”
Well, that was a little assertive of him, I thought with a dark smile, but I shook it off to Hollywood charisma shining through. This guy was the type you’d expect to see in front of the camera, not behind it. From what I had seen since the beginning of the filming this morning, he clearly knew what he was doing while running the show. But he definitely would have been just as at home acting along with the other celebrities that passed through.
“So what are you doing all by yourself? Bored?” Scott quirked his eyebrow with a smirk. He was friendly enough, but a little sketchy in his own way. He was the type of guy who hit his prime in high school—probably a football player, I laughed to myself—and had an almost too genial personality. I thought I had noticed the guys giving him something resembling a group glare earlier, but I could have just been imagining things. While no one else seemed to be all that keen on spending time with him, I preferred to give him the benefit of the doubt. Ren said her father raved over Scott’s hard work, so he couldn’t have been that bad of a guy.
I laughed. “No, just getting a drink,”
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Well then, allow me to escort you back to set. Wouldn’t want you to get lost, now would we?”
I smiled somewhat forcedly. “No, that would be bad.”
“Very, very bad.” He laughed, steering me down the hall.
Okay, so maybe he was a little sketchy. But that could just be his sociable nature, I told myself.
As we stepped back up to the main hub of activity, I caught Joe’s eye from across the room. He promptly turned away without a backwards glance, and I blinked. That was weird. He usually shot me a goofy grin or a flirtatious wink, making me laugh. Even after just rolling out of bed, Joe was that friendly. So needless to say, I was more than a little confused.
