Geek Without His Beauty

Twelve

YN

The next morning Randy woke me to get ready to go to the studio with him. He was co-directing some shitty low budget movie. I had gotten up slowly, appropriately too slow for him because he ended up picking me up and walked to the bathroom. "Get a shower and make it quick!" He closed the door and I let out a long frustrated sigh. When I was finished I went back to my room to get dressed, the only thing covering me was the towel.

That had been ripped off of me and I was forced on my hands and knees with Randy shoving himself inside of me. "Fuck! That's it, open up for me, baby." I didn't hold back or fight. I just let go and started to rock myself back onto him. It didn't last long though because he shoved my face down into the unmade bed and started pounding into me, drawing loud, desperate moans from me. I can't lie, I've missed the way he feels inside of me. The way he fucks me and never fails to make me come over and over. How his cock fills me so perfectly. When we're finished he cleans me up and then heads to take a quick shower while I get dressed.

I don't even pull away when he lays his hand on my bare thigh while we drive to Hollywood. It's an hour or so drive and his hand never moved from my bare thigh. His fingers slowly moved to my inner thigh and closer to the hem of my skirt. Neither of us said a word the whole ride but it wasn't an awkward or uncomfortable silence. The radio filled the small space with music. I laid my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes. When we got there Randy squeezed my thigh, "Baby, wake up."

While we walked to the stage the movie would be shot in, Randy had his hand laced with mine. I couldn't find myself to care because I kept looking around. Kept expecting to see someone in that stupid ghostface costume. "Stab is being shot all the way on the other side. You're safe, I'm not going to let anything happen to you." I just hummed as a response. He couldn't promise something like that. The killer could be anywhere.

We walked through the open door. The set was set up like the woods, a cabin sat back and to the right surrounded by fake trees. "Is this a horror movie?" I asked. Randy nodded his head, "yeah. I think it's like a knock off of Friday the 13th or something. I don't know, I only skimmed through the scream play. I got fucking bored. It's just one of those movies where a group of teenagers go on a summer vacation, get murdered and the final girl gets away," he said. "Sounds..." I trailed off not knowing what to say. "Stupid? Yeah it does. There is also some kind of sickness or something going around. Like they slowly start to go crazy and get paranoid. Turn on each other and start arguing while someone gets murdered."

I sat in a chair behind the cameras while they filmed and whatever else they did to make a movie. It's been a few hours since we got here and I was fucking bored. When they took a break for lunch I was happy to jump up and stretch my legs. "You doing okay?" Randy asked, walking to stand in front of me. I nodded my head, "yeah, I'm fucking bored out of my mind though." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. It took everything in me not to pull away. I wanted to try and forgive him. Give him a second chance and get back to where we were. "Um...where's the bathroom?"

Randy lifted his arm and pointed to a door behind me. "Through that door. I'll be here when you get back," he said, leaning down and placing a small kiss on my lips. I gave him a tight smile, turned and walked in the direction he pointed to. After I finished and walked back to where he said he would be, he was nowhere to be seen. Then I heard a giggling and followed it to see the main actress, the final girl, sitting on his lap.

I didn't make a big deal at first, I mean I don't have a right to do that in the first place, right? Besides, Randy is a good looking guy and she's one of those pick me girls. She thinks because she's the lead actress she can have anyone she wants. No, I didn't do anything because she was sitting on his lap. Sure I was a little jealous...okay a lot jealous. It didn't hit me until she locked her lips with his. That's when the tears filled my eyes and I ran out of the building. He must have heard me when I knocked something over trying to get away as quickly as possible. "YN! Wait, please just wait!"

I screamed when I ran into someone and their hands gripped my upper arms. "Hey, hey, it's just me! Calm down!" I looked up to see Billy and instinct just took over and I threw myself at him, a sob bubbled out of my throat. "Whoa. Hey, what's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?" The lump in my throat wouldn't let me say anything. I only cried harder when I heard Randy. "Baby, it's not what you're thinking... Billy, what're you doing here?"

"Thought she'd get bored so I was going to bring her back to Sid's place. What the fuck did you do?" Billy hissed the last part. "Nothing. It's a misunderstanding. Babe, please." I still didn't turn around. "I want to go." I saw Billy picking up his arm to point at Randy. "We're talking later. And you better hope I don't fucking kill you," he said. There was no joking in his tone either. I had no right to be upset the way I am.

He has all the right to move on and be with someone else. He didn't have to wait around for me, he's been waiting for two years for me to come around. And all I've been doing is pushing him away. I've been arguing with him and holding onto a grudge that was long since passed its expiration date. Billy ushered me to his car and then we drove off the lot. Randy stood in the same place and just watched us leave. "I want to go home," I said. Billy pulled onto the highway before looking over at me. "Please don't argue." He sighed and nodded his head.