Ruthless

Chapter 8

As promised in the middle of the night, here is another little update. Enjoy

Shailene Point of View

The long awaited Thursday eventually arrived. I sit cross legged on my hotel room bed, wearing nothing but a robe. My stylist brought in a rack full of various items of clothing and I'm supposed to pick out my favourite to wear to the livestream, but I cannot focus on anything. To make things worse I haven't stopped throwing up all week long. Once I eat something, it immediately wants to come back up. Great.

I havent seen Theo in six weeks. I miss him. But I'm too pissed at him for ignoring me.

I jump when theres a knock on the door. I crawl off of the bed and laazily shuffle to answer.

My best frriend and makeup artist, Roxanne, stands there with a smile plastered on her face. I just turn back around into the room and let her sort herself out.

I hear her shut the door and she rolls her suitcase into the bedroom.

"What the hell bit you in the ass?" Roxy asks. I just look up at her and stare. She understands immediately.

"Ahh, he still hasn't called?"

I let out a loud breath. " No! I don't know what his problem is! And I cannot take this anymore, I hate the person he's turning me into. You know this moning I found myself watching twenty episodes of e news just hoping they had something about him?"

Roxy leads me over to the chair in the middle of the room and she begins to do my makeup. "What's wrong with that?"

"You're kidding right?" I ask. "At this point I'm nothing but an obsessed fan!"

Roxy laughs. "I doubt that. He doesn't sleep with his fans."

"That's what I've been telling myself! But I don't understand how he could just not call me. I have to mean something to him, right?"

"You do Shai. You do. He probably just lost your phone number or somrthing."

She's done my makeup now. Just a basic coverage, nothing fancy. I walk over to the rack and pick out an all back ensemble. "I really doubt that Rox. If he did, he could have just asked Kate. She has like everything."

I dress quickly in front of Roxanne. I'm totally cool with nudity, It's like I have boobs, you have boobs. No big deal.

"Well then he better have a damn good excuse." Roxy says.

I mentally agree with her. Then I'm ushered downstairs and thrown into a mercedes. Within seconds we're speeding down the streets of Los Angeles.

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As soon as I see him all my anger goes away. When I walked into the building at first I didn't see him. I was the first one there.

I'm bombarded my the tech guys and they put my mic on me. Then I'm told to walk over to the stage and take a seat on one of the two chairs. As I sit in the chair, Dave, the interviewer chats to me but I'm not paying attention to him. I'm staring at the hot british man twenty meters away from me and Dave, who is having a very intense phone conversation with someone. I can't hear most of the conversation but the last sentence I hear perfectly clear. It's like God is taunting me. "Okay, bye Ruth. Love you."

My mind starts spinning. No he didn't. Please, please, please, tell me that he didn't just say what I hear him say. This is just perfect. Fucking perfect.

I feel as if my throat is closing up and suddenly it's harder for me to breathe. I freeze when Theo walks on stage. He shakes Dave's hand and takes a seat in his own chair, completely ignoring me. AGAIN.

I keep staring at him but he doesn't even acknowledge my presence. He knows I'm looking. He knows it, which means he's choosing to make me feel this way.

"Shailene, you ready?"

"What?" My head snaps up and I stare at Dave.

"I just asked if you're ready. We're going live in thirty seconds." He says.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I've just been feeling like shit lately. Vomiting, and dizzyness, yeah I'm ready." Dave smiles and some guy finishes putting the mic on him.

That catches Theo's attention. "You alright?" he asks me, worry clearly audible in his voice. I stare at him with bewliderment. He thinks he's in charge of this? He thinks he can play me? Yeah well, mister, think again. I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. I ignore him and turn to face Dave.

Someone shouts from the back and it's go time. "5, 4, 3, 2,1! And we're live!"

Dave begins. "Hey everybody and welcome to the google livestream for insurgent! I am Dave Karger, the chief correspondant at fandango. I'm very happy to be here in Los Angeles at youtube space la,and even happier to be joined by the two stars of The Divergent Series' Insurgent, Shailene Woodley and Theo James. Hey guys how are you?"

Awh shit, Time to talk. "Great," I say

"Good," Theo joins in.

Dave continues. "Awesome. We have so so many fans out there, they are all over the world and very very excited to be asking you questions via this tablet," he lifts up his tablet. Then he turns to the camera. "If you have questions for Shai and Theo, please ak them at the #InsurgentGoogle. I have some already chosen and some more I'll be picking throughout the next hour or so. But before we start, we're gonna show everybody the most recent trailer for Insurgent. Check it out!"

"Cool," Theo announces. They cut to the two minute trailer and Theo watches intensly. Dave tells us he needs to leave for a few second and he jumps off his chair and sprints somewhere.

Just leaves me and Theo. This is my chance. Now or never. If I leave it till after the livestream he'll probably jump up and leave as soon as it's over just to avoid me.

We're somewhat alone. "Theo. Hey"

Again. That bastard is ignoring me. What the fuck did I do to him? "Theo." I say, louder this time. Still nothing.

I let out an annoyed laugh and turn in my seat to face him. He's looking away. "Theo, you either fucking look at me, and talk to me, or I swear to the Holy Lord, I will get up and leave, and you can do this interview by yourself. If that's what you'd prefer."

Finally he faces me. I give myself a mental high five. Yes, I succeed. Now what do I say?

"What?" he snaps at me.

I'm taken aback. "What is the matter with you. Why are you ignoring me?"

He shakes his head. "Not now, Shai. This isn't the time."

"Well then when the fuck is the time?! I've been trying to call you for six fucking weeks, and now you tell me that this isn't the time? No! We're going to talk after this! And that's final. If you don't want to interact with me, thats fine. But you're an actor so start acting for the sake of the movie!"

"Shai, will you just-"

I cut him off and whisper loudly. "No! Stop that! Do not, not, ever, call me that again! You can call me Shailene. You ruined this okay?" I see Dave walking back so I decide to wrap this up.You don't get to call me that anymore. You lost that privelage."

I then put on my best acting and we start answering questions. Ocasionally I laugh, a little too much maybe. I can feel Theo moving farther and farther away from me, physically and mentally. And it's all her fault.

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Dun dun dun!!! I think this is the longest I have ever written! Let me know what you think! Baiii Felicia!!