𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 ⭑ 18+

𝐢𝐱. 𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚

𝐢𝐱.
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬
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I've done plenty of video advertisements for D.D. and other smaller clothing brands. So how hard can a music video be, right?

I was mailed a "script" to practice for one of the main scenes. It wasn't hard for me to memorize. It was hard for me to keep a straight face while practicing with Cady. Neither of us has had to read a script like this in a very long time. Especially when the script in its entirety is a brutal argument.

She's one of the most unserious people when it comes to these types of things. Making silly faces at me, or hilarious remarks about certain parts that puts a damper in our practice session.

Though I can't complain.

Without her there I probably would've been overthinking this entire deal—just as I'm doing right now, walking onto set dressed in a set of lingerie underneath a button-up tee (incredibly grateful for the robe that I wrapped tightly around myself in my dressing room before my departure).

Why am I still doing this?

Obviously to get back at Ryan... but how will I know when enough is enough?

Anger begins to boil within me at the thought of him, along with hurt. A couple of weeks—no, several months pretending to be with Derek wouldn't be enough. Not in the slightest.

I also can't help but wonder how much it's affecting him. Seeing me with his new side-pieces "ex". If he cares, feels remorseful, or if he's only interested in feeling other things, like Melody.

He probably hasn't thought about me at all. The man hasn't called or texted yet. He hasn't even viewed any of my stories across all of my socials.

If I'm still this pissed at Ryan that I'm willing to admit that this will never be enough, why do I feel... guilty?

"Ah, perfect timin'!" Exclaims a visibly stressed, red-headed man several inches shorter than myself, presumably southern by his accent, dressed in black from head to toe with a clipboard under his left arm. Either I spaced so badly that I didn't even see him heading my way, or he teleported in front of me. How did I not see him coming? "We were startin' to think you weren't goin' to show! Derek's been askin' 'bout you all worried-like, won't stop pacin' too." The crewman raises his brows suggestively. Relief upon finding me seems to extinguish some of his worry, de-stressing his expression.

"He has?" Worried-like?

He motions me forward in the direction of the building we're supposed to film in today. "I mean, you're thirty minutes late, y'know."

A grimace starts to overtake my features. I suppress it (as best as I can) and manage to smile. "I know. Think he'll forgive me?"

"He has to. That's what boyfriends do." He shoots a wink my way as he turns around, matching my pace with me.