Eyes Don't Lie ✩ Jenna Ortega (G!P)

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| Y/N's POV |

"And first day of filming, how was that?" I faced my camera towards me as I talked to Dove, her soft smile made me relax.

"It was good." I replied back, my mind drifting off. It's been a little bit of a rough couple days, Jenna has really been throwing me off my game — therefore ending in me messing up the scenes most of the time when I break character or forget my lines. She knows what's she's doing too, that's the problem, she's getting in my head. "I'm just... tired."

I quickly added when I noticed the brow that Dove raised at my unsure look and answer. I glanced off to the side as I walked down the halls to set. Dove shifted her camera a bit, standing up with a smile. "Well, I might have something that will cheer you up." She suddenly spoke, making me smile as I thought of all the possibilities. I walked over to the table with snacks on set, grabbing a donut while I heard the rest of the cast chat away. "I was speaking with your manager about what to do with your music, and we were able to get you your own concert performance for January, 2024. What do you think?"

"Shut up." I put my hand over my mouth, beginning to pace back and forth — trying to contain my excitement is hard — I almost screamed at the top of my lungs until I remembered all my cast mates were right there. I saw Jenna glance at me, her eyes wandering over to the phone in my hand, then to my lips — it looked as if she was trying to read them. "Dude, that's amazing, yes!" I whisper excitedly as I turn my back on the cast. "I'll call you later."

"Love you!" Dove called out before the line went dead. I sighed and slipped my phone back into my pocket as I made my way over to my cast mates, accompanying Jack's side. He flashed a smile at me which I happily returned.

"Anyone want to go to a club tonight?" Melissa proposed to us, raising her glass of water to her lips. In the corner of my eye I see Jenna and Jasmine nodding in agreement.

"Wanna go?" Devyn asked me and Jack when we were the only ones who hadn't said anything yet. I shared a look with the older boy who smiled with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Let's do it." I answered for the both of us and everyone else cheered at my answer.

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"THIS WAS A BRILLIANT IDEA!" Jasmine yelled as she threw her arm around my shoulders. We've been dancing nonstop on the dance floor, the DJ was playing some bombass songs so it felt irresistible to not dance. Jenna's been the only one who's been responsible and hasn't had a single sip of alcohol. Yet. I made a bet with Jack that she will before the night ends.

Melissa was off with Mason and Devyn was slightly buzzed but she was chilling with Jenna in the VIP section. Liana soon joined us in our dancing, holding fresh shot glasses of tequila in her hands for us. "Drink up, ladies!" She cheered and in three seconds, we both drank in unison the shot glasses in our hand.

We stumbled a little after swallowing it, feeling the drunken affects of the alcohol soon taking a hold as we continued to dance. I was too buzzed to realize that me and this random guy were practically grinding up and down on one another.

"Go Y/N!" I heard Mason shout and I turned to see the rest of my friends in the VIP booth, most of them watching me with a smile while Jenna sat there all gloomy-looking.

The guy's hard bulge pressed against my ass — I rolled my eyes as I pushed myself off of him to go join my friends, it was about time to leave. Everyone else Ubered home, Jenna drove her own car and I didn't live far away in the hotel so I decided to walk.

Then again I was drunk and alone on a dark street in New York City so that probably wasn't the best choice. My phone suddenly went off and I pulled it out of my pocket to see it was my dad who was calling. Suddenly I'm sober.

"Hey." I pressed the phone to my ear — my voice was low and quiet.

"How's the stupid acting thing going?" He asked in a gruff tone, I could hear him whisper-yelling at my mom — who was most likely the one who forced him to call me.

"Good, good." I explained shortly and I could feel tears stinging my eyes. I've had this conversation many times with him; it never ends well.

"You sound drunk." He stated and when I remained quiet he added, "God, you're so irresponsible. You're drunk? On your first day of your stupid career? How stupid can you be?!"

"Harold! Leave the girl alone!" I hear my mom defend me, the tears now full on pouring down my face as I approached my hotel. I stumbled inside and up the stairs, not caring to wait for the elevator.

"No! She's such a disappointment, Margot! Leaving home was a stupid decision if you're just going to get drunk off your ass on some "important" job." My father's words stung deep.

"I gotta go." I croak out through my tears and quickly hang the phone up before he could yell again. I always felt bad when I do that because then my mom is the one who had to deal with his stupid ass. I didn't even realize where I was walking but my mind did.

I knocked on the door and it opened, the person that least expected me to be there looked at me with an annoyed look before she froze when she saw the state I was in. "I had no one else to go to." I cried and despite all the hatred she felt towards me — Jenna — took me in with welcome arms.