Some Girl

Hypocrite

-SCARLETT'S POV-

"Can you believe him?!"

"Scar, you've got to take a deep breath."

"I mean, lying about not knowing my name is one thing, but to hide the fact that I basically confessed my love to him while drunk off my ass?! Who does he think he is?!"

"Scarlett, do it with me. Deep breath in.... Slow breath out."

Despite my angry state, I found myself listening to my best friend, matching my breathing to his exaggerated ones over the phone. After storming off to my trailer, I had immediately dialed Tom's number to tell him what happened.

"Feel better?" he asked after we'd taken a few deep breaths together.

"Yeah, I guess. But seriously, Tom, how could he hide something like that from me? I mean, from the way he described it, I basically went on and on about all the things I liked about him before confessing that I thought I didn't stand a chance with him because of Danneel and JJ!"

"I don't know, Scar. Did you at least give him a chance to explain himself?"

"No, I stormed off before he could," I admitted.

"Well, don't you think you should hear him out before you decide to be royally pissed at him?"

"Maybe, but-"

"No buts. You need to at least give him a chance, Scarlett. He really likes you, and if I remember anything about Jensen at all, he'll be beating himself up right about now."

I sighed, sitting down on my couch with a huff.

"I'm a hypocrite."

"What?"

"I just got mad at Jensen for knowing how I feel and not telling me, and here I am knowing how he feels, but not telling him. I'm a fucking hypocrite."

"So do something about it," Tom told me.

"What am I supposed to do? He thinks I'm pissed at him."

"I don't know, Scar. I haven't seen him in years and we only just barely started talking to each other again after you got cast on the show. But that's what you need to figure out."

"Yeah, alrighty then. I'll talk to you later, Tom."

"Bye, Scarlett."

I heard a click as Tom hung up, and I tossed my phone to the side. As I closed my eyes, thinking about everything that we'd talked about, there was a knock at the trailer door. I groaned as I stood up to answer it, finding a PA standing there.

"You have fifteen minutes to be ready to shoot your next scene, Miss Pearce."

"Thanks."

I made my way to wardrobe to get changed into costume before heading over to the hair and makeup trailer.

"I know I screwed up, that's why I need your help, man," Jensen was saying into his phone when I entered.

I raised an eyebrow, fairly certain I knew exactly who he was talking to. There was only one person outside the cast that I knew he and I had in common that he would be able to talk to about fixing things with me. I plopped down in the chair to have my makeup done since he was getting his hair touched up, and his eyes widened as he realized I was sitting there.

"Alright, I'm going to have to call you back," he said, probably cutting off whatever Tom was saying. "Talk to you later, man."

An awkward silence fell on the trailer as he hung up. Part of me felt bad, especially after my little realization, but I didn't know what to say to him. It didn't help that I knew he thought I was still angry. On the other hand, the silence was easier that way, because it made sense I wouldn't have anything to say to him if I was still mad.

"Listen, Lightweight," he began finally, breaking the silence. "I get that you're mad at me, but you've got to give me a chance to explain at the very least."

I remained silent, refusing to acknowledge him in any way. The entire time, an alarm was blaring in my head telling me how hypocritical I was being about the situation, but I just ignored that, too.

"Fine, maybe the fact that you refuse to talk will make this easier on my part. I didn't tell you what you said that night because you were finally opening up to me, and I didn't want to screw that up. I figured if I told you, you'd be embarrassed and wouldn't want to talk to me after that, and I didn't want that to happen because I wanted to get to know you better. I'm sorry I lied, but I thought I was doing the right thing."

The girl doing Jensen's hair informed him he was ready then, and he stood up to leave but hung back a moment longer.

"Look, I get it. You have every right to be angry, just try to understand why I did it, alright? I'll see you on set."

As he exited the trailer and I moved from makeup over to hair, my heart sank in my chest.

"You okay?" the girl playing with my hair who had just finished on Jensen asked me.

"Yeah, I guess..."

"You want to talk about it? That was quite the speech he gave you and we're great listeners."

"I just feel like I'm being a hypocrite because I got mad at him for something that I'm doing, but I don't know how to fix it," I sighed.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it turns out he's known how I felt about him for a while without telling me, and then when he admitted it, I kind of blew up about it. But then I realized I've been hiding the fact that I also know how he feels, and it's just... complicated."

"Well, I'm no expert, but I will tell you that it's been obvious to practically everybody here for a while how the two of you feel about each other and we've all just been waiting for you to admit it to each other and make out."

I gaped in the mirror at her, and she smiled at me, shrugging as she finished putting my hair in a French braid.

"Alright, you're good to go. Good luck with Jensen," she winked.

Swallowing, I exited the trailer and made my way to where we'd be filming for the day.