(Y/N)'s POV
We follow Dylan to the next room. Its quiet, making me realise just how loud the entire class is.
"I am really just here if you need help or to give you some advice. So continue." Dylan says, sitting behind the teachers desk. We construct the scene a little more, then act it out. Dylan has some papers in front of him that he is looking at, but from time to time I catch him sneaking glances at me. Paige seems to have noticed more than I, because she looks furious.
We are in the middle of the scene, right after I come on, she loudly says "Cut!" The group give her confused looks and Ben sighs. "Dylan?" She asks. I look over at him to see him quickly pull his gaze from me.
"Hm?" He says, now looking at Paige.
"This is where we need help." She says, standing next to me. "(Y/N), you are not acting a ned very well. Could you please tell her she is not acting well? She needs to hear it." She asks Dylan.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Paige." He replies.
"Were you watching? I mean,-" she puts her hand up, blocking her mouth from me. "-She's not very good." She fake whispers. I can't believe her. The little skank! Trying to bad mouth me and get Dylan to agree. She won't embarrass me. I won't let her.
"Thats not going to stop her or anyone from hearing." Dylan points out. She shrugs her shoulders.
"Still, it doesn't change the fact that what I said was true." I open my mouth to say something back but Dylan beats me to it.
"I think she was good. And I'm pretty sure you're just jealous."
Cora lets out an "ooooooo" before turning it into a cough after the look she got from Paige. I can see James and Ben failing miserably to hold in laughs. No one really talks to Paige like that. I mean, I do, but if she wants you to like her, you will, I would know. And she definitely wants Dylan too. I'm pretty sure she wants more than that with him. She finally rebounds.
"Me? Jealous of her? Jealous of a little wannabe? I don't think so." Thankfully the bell chooses to ring now. I am so gonna slap her.
"(Y/N)? Can you hang back for a bit?" Dylan asks.
"Umm, sure." I decide. Paige gives me one last glare before leaving.
"What was that all about?" He asks me, closing the door.
"That? Just Paige being Paige. She hates me and I hate her. And she just wanted to make me look bad. It didn't work, did it?" He shakes his head.
"No, no, of course not. But are you ok?" He ask, leaning on the desk and looking at me with concern. I have my head bowed a little, so he ducks his down to look me in the eye, searching for signs of hurt.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I've learned to deal with her over the years. I have to go now though." I say, pointing in the direction of the door with my thumbs.
"Yeah, yeah, of course." He replies, shaking his head slightly.
I rest my fingertips on the handle, stopping.
"Um. Thanks for saying what you said. For sticking up for me." I say, my eyes fixed on the door handle.
"Yeah, no problem." He mumbles a little. I exit quickly and get my bag from the other room. Actually I wasn't totally fine. Paige gets to me a little. My self-esteem has been knocked down a peg. Like always. I'll cry a little, eat some chocolate and move on.
I hate her.
