Youngest

Chapter 3

Sasha's POV

I arrived in makeup and slumped in the chair, my head pounding as well as an unfamiliar pain on the right hand side. I looked up at Cindy 'do you have any Advil?', she nodded and went to get some from her purse. at least someone's willing to help.

I thought about the conversation I'd just had with Lucy. Was it a little harsh? Probably but it's only the truth, she probably didn't even care and will go and tell the others what I said. I don't need her. I don't any of them.

Soon enough Cindy came back with Advil and a bottle of water in her hand. I thanked her before taking them as I relaxed into the chair for her to begin my makeup.

5 minutes passed and the makeup trailer door opened and Ashley strolled in. I watched her walk past in the mirror, she never even tried to acknowledge me. Ashley and I have always struggled to get along, I don't know what I ever did to her but she doesn't like me, but now I don't like her so it's fine. although I do feel very uncomfortable in her presence, I started fidgeting in my chair and playing with my fingers until I felt her staring at me. I took a deep breath and looked over at her
'what?'  
She just kept looking at me
'What?!' I said getting more annoyed
'what's that on your arm?' She questioned, sounding genuinely concerned, I looked down pretending not to know what she was talking about
'why do you care?'
'Drop the act sasha it's getting boring' she answered sharply
I rolled my eyes at her turning back to look in the mirror.
'Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn' Ashley mumbled under her breath, although loud enough that I could hear her.
'Why do you have to be so fucking rude' I said louder.
'Watch your tongue'. I laughed. At her. Who does she think she is my mom?
'Fuck off' I responded. Lucky Cindy was finished with my makeup and I was able to leave, leaving Ashley getting her makeup finished. I made my way into wardrobe quickly changing into costume before going into set. Today was going to be fun.