Max Irons Always Gets What He Wants

Chapter 2

Nicole's POV

"Cut! That's not how it's supposed to be, Jake. You lift her up and throw her over your shoulder, and then run like crazy towards the door on the farthest left of the corridor. Understood?" Drew was frustrated. We had been filming this scene for over ten times... and waves of nausea were starting to turn an occupant in my croissant-satiated stomach. 

"Okay." Jake slumped his way towards me and then the familiar clip of the soundboard began.

"Action!"

Jake ran towards me. "Let's go to class, Rey!" he hollered at me before lifting me up and gently throwing me over his shoulder, and running out of the room. I shrieked the whole way until we reached the classroom.

"Now, you drop her." Drew's voice was clear. Jake gently placed me on top of a table, and then brushed strands of hair away from my face.

"Rey."

"Hmm?" Again, this was part of the script. Meaningless humming, all the cliché words girls were supposed to say.

"If only you knew." Jake, or should I say Logan, leaned in closer towards me. Now this was what I waited for. Georgie would kill me for sure, if this wasn't in our script. But the abrupt swing of the door had the both of us freeze and turn our heads.

"MAX!" We all yelled. The scene was so close to perfection. They said he got an award once, par excellence. How did a douche like him get an award? He was so far away from this "aspiring actor" title he had.

"You again." I did a face palm before walking back to the room in which I was to start shooting the scene from. He was acting absurdly.

"Let's start again!" Drew hollered before taking the soundboard and threw it at another random guy.

 "Action!"

The scene was repeated. "If only you knew..." Jake leaned in and slowly placed his lips upon mine. It felt like a soft and sincere kiss, but I had to remind myself that this was not real. Somehow, the kiss had an essential component, which made it seem as if he was actually kissing me, that it was not just an act. The kiss in itself contained compassion. In fact, there was no lust evident in the kiss. It was magnificently beautiful. 

Slowly, he pulled away. I put on an astounded face and brought my fingers to my lips. I traced the soft texture of my protruding bottom lip, the exact spot where the kiss was most intense. It felt real.

"I really like you, Rey." Jake said, his face portraying genuine interest. All I could think of was wow; this guy was great at acting! His hazel eyes outshone my appearance with a beautiful bright glint. He really was a star after all.

"I..." Hesitating, I averted my gaze towards the square marble tiles on the floor. This was all just part of the act, but I could feel my face heating up. "I like you too." Jake's face showed relief. "But only as a brother. All my feelings for you are like my feelings towards my very own family. Heck, Lo, I love you. But I think I'm in love with someone else." Jake's face turned into one of disappointment. What a stereotypical movie!

 "Oh." He was good at following the script.

 "Cut! And that's a wrap! You guys are dismissed, don't forget our trip to New York and Bali next month!" I groaned inwardly as I had forgotten to inform Declan about the matter. I slung my satchel strap over my shoulder and started walking out.

"Nic!"

"What, Max?" I was too anxious to even regard him talking to me at the moment. I was irritated to say the least.

"I can't wait for our trip to New York next month."

"Sure," I muttered.

"I have a question for you though," at this point he was jogging backwards so that he could face me.