X. Hate The Game

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   Chapter 10,
    Hate The Game
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    " You're not as nice as everyone says you are, so don't try to make me believe it because I know you're not. "








































































~ Y/n's POV ~

    I was currently practicing my lines with Miguel and Madeleine as Mason walked onto the set, I looked over at him and we made eye contact but I broke off quickly before it came too intense or way too weird for us to even talk.
   Miguel told Madeleine what my plan was she wanted to see how it plays out, she wasn't on board with it but she didn't want to stop me from doing it so she was just there, same with Miguel.

    Not like I needed anyone to side with me or be on board with my plan, I just needed to continue with my plan and not get distracted by anything or anyone, although Miguel told me that I'm going to end up giving up.
   When he finally made his way over here, we practiced our lines together with me glancing over to see if he was making any mean glares or something.

    "Well since we've got our lines covered, we should go get something to eat?"

   Madeleine suggested, I looked at her and nodded as I was quite hungry, Miguel and Mason agreed to that and we all decided that we would get some lunch from Subways and spend the day hanging out with one another.
  Although the thought of having to be around Mason the whole day was both exciting and revolting, I didn't know whether to be nice or tell him to choke on rocks.

    When we were allowed to leave the set and enjoy the rest of our day, I was quick to run to my to my trailer and take a nice warm shower to get all the dirt and sweat off of my body, I loved how the warm droplets hit my skin, sending goosebumps and shivers down my spine as I was able to adjust to the warmth.
   I like to take a long shower just to relax any tense muscles and to pretend that I'm a pop star that can sing just about anything and everything in the world, but as my fingers got all wrinkly, I turned the shower off and got out.

    Drying my body until there wasn't a droplet of water in sight, I put on deodorant and sprayed myself with perfume before getting dressed and leaving the bathroom, my mom was on her phone when I had gotten out of the shower.
   I told her I'd be hanging out with my new friends and then I wouldn't be back until a little bit later in the day, she told me that it would be okay as long as I messaged her and told her where I'm at and where I'm going to be.

    With that being said, I left my trailer and looked around before seeing Madeleine, Miguel and Mason standing by Madeleine's trailer, I smiled and walked over to them, we made sure we had everything that we needed before we began our walk to Subways.
   Making sure we didn't get hit by a car or kidnapped, we made it safely and successfully to Subways where we walked inside and was immediately hit with the smell of fresh bread being made.

    Oh how I'd marry that smell, we walked onto the line where I was the last one because I have to practice my order, Mason was in front of me and just making small talk with everyone.
   I noticed how the worker who was taking Mason's order was eyeing him, I didn't know what to do or what to say so I just ignored it and ordered my food.

   Mason and I were standing by the cashier to pay for our food while Madeleine and Miguel were sitting at a booth waiting for us before they started to eat, before Mason got to the table, I grabbed his arm and looked at him.

     " You're not as nice as everyone says you are, so don't try to make me believe it because I know you're not. "

    I muttered, Mason only smirked at me before I let his arm go, I rolled my eyes and walked to the booth and sat next to Madeleine as Mason sat beside Miguel.
   He smirked at the fact that I was trying to find out whether or not he was truly kind, I wanted to bash his head in for that but I'm not going to.

   Not yet at least, I want to make my point before I actually do anything.

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