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˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ ACT THREE, CHAPTER FOURTY !
❛ DON'T CALL ME THAT. ❜
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APRIL 24th,
EVELYN SAT IN HER DIRECTORS CHAIR, She was currently losing cup pong to her sister. Evie was waiting to film her scenes with Walker. (a/n, idk what its called)
They were supposed to film the Basket boy scenes but Gordon had to go to an interview. The scenes that they were going to be filming are when Julie runs away from Bryce.
"What the fuck." Evelyn mumbled to herself as she that Juliana made another goal. (a/n, or wtv it's called)
Evelyn rolled her eyes as she realized she was not going to win. She put her phone down and picked up her script and started preparing for her upcoming scenes.
Walker spotted Evelyn sitting near craft services table, her script in hand as she reviewed her lines.
Taking a deep breath, he approached her, trying to keep his voice steady. "Hey, Evelyn," he said softly, hoping to catch her attention.
"Is time to start filming?" She asked, getting up. "I thought we had fift-"
"No, No, I just... I wanted to talk to you." he said nervously. Evelyn furrowed her brows, "About What?"
"About us..." he continued, his eyes searching hers. "I know I messed up, but I need to explain." Evelyn shook her head, "No thanks." Walker gave the girl a confused look, "What?"
"I don't really feel like talking to you, Walker."
"V, please just let—"
"Don't call me that." Evelyn's voice was ice-cold as she looked at the boy in front of her.
"What?" Walker's heart sank, a wave of sadness crashing over him.
"Please don't call me that anymore," she repeated, her tone firm and unyielding.
Walker was at a loss for words, his mind racing for something, anything, to say.
Walker bit the inside of if cheek before he spoke, "Evelyn, I just want to talk," Walker pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation.
Evelyn shrugged, barely glancing at him. "Talk about what, Walker? How you messed everything up?"
Walker took a step closer, his expression pained. "I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe me."
Evelyn's face remained impassive, her eyes cold. "Oh please! Believe you? Why should I?"
Walker reached out, but Evelyn casually stepped back, shaking her head. "No, Walker. It's too late. I'm done."
Walker looked at the girl with sad eyes. Walker opened his mouth to say something but some cut him off.
"Hey guys?" Katie said walking up them. Evelyn quickly wiped a tear of frustration from her face. "Filming is moved to tomorrow. Something wierd is going on with the sound system."
Katie noticed the tension in between the two, "Is everything okay here?"
"Yup."
"Perfect."
Katie gave the teens weird looks. "Right... Are you guys sure? James said that you guys have been acting-"
"Everything is fine, Katie!" Evelyn accidentally said a little too loudly. Katie said her brows, taken back by her tone.
Evelyn quickly softened her voice, "Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just- I'm so tired. I really didn't mean to-"
"It's alright, Evelyn. Just go home and get some rest. Both of you. I'll see you kids tomorrow." Evelyn gave the women a smile and quickly started to walk away.
