Life is Not a Movie

I'm going to die

Nicole's p.o.v

It was the third day of my suspension and so far I had spent most it on set. I wasn't acting though, I was basically a P.A. for a P.A. Exciting, I know. But in these three days I hadn't talked to Tom at all, or Jessa for that matter. I was pissed at the both of them and just didn't want to have to deal with their bullshit. I was mainly mad at Jessa for trying to take her power to far, but mad at Tom for actually agreeing with her. And now that I think about, I might be mad at myself too.

What I said the other night was out of anger, but I don't fully regret it if that makes any sense. My parents are dead, but that doesn't mean that Tom's not my dad. He's adopted me after all and has taken great care of me for more than a year now. But Jessa on the other hand technically isn't my mom. She hasn't adopted me yet and I honestly don't know if she plans on doing so. So let me rephrase, I regret what I told Tom but not what I told Jessa.

I watched from a corner on set as Tom and Chris acted a scene between Thor and Loki. They were both dressed in Midgardian attirethat consisted of an ornate jacket for Thor while Loki wore a plain forest green t-shirt with a leather jacket and as interesting as the dialogue and everything was I wasn't really paying attention, I was more focused on the black screen of my phone. I was contemplating whether or not to text Spencer. Just like Tom and Jessa, I hadn't talked to him since that fateful day. I quickly made the decision not text him when I remembered that it was him that needed to do the explaining, and put my phone in my pocket so I wouldn't feel tempted to change my mind.

"And cut!" Joss yelled, right as some warriors or something began to run onto set for the next scene. "Great! That's lunch!" Everyone stopped what they were doing and began to leave the set, I on the other hand stayed behind and decided to wait until they all cleared out.

As the last of the crew left the building I got up and began walking towards the door when I heard someone call my name. Immediately I knew it was Tom. I stopped but didn't turn around and watched as he came around in front of me.

"I decided that I need a break from set food, would you like to go get something off set? Maybe a burger from McDonald's or something? You choose." He was trying so hard to get back on my good side, but I still decided to act like a bitch.

"No thanks." I simply shook my head and continued walking.

Tom began walking with me and spoke again. "Alright, would you like me to get you something while I'm out?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Nicole, you need to eat something." Tom pushed.

"I'm not hungry." I repeated. We had finally left the building and were headed towards the trailers.

Tom just sighed and I could see him run his hand through the wig out of the corner of my eye. "Fine. Just text me if you change your mind. I'll be back in half an hour, don't leave your trailer while I'm gone."

Without saying another word or even acknowledging the fact that I heard him, I continued my walk to my trailer as he headed of in the other direction. Once inside I flopped down on the couch and began flipping through channels on the TV. Zeus was laying on his doggy bed, eyes open, but didn't make an effort to greet me. "Nice to see you too." I mocked.

I had a feeling the Zeus was mad at me for the way I treated Tom. Over the past year and a half him and Tom had grown pretty close together since they were the only two home while I was in school. He still loves me more (we did that thing where I stand at one end of the yard while Tom stands at the other and see who he went to first, without question he ran straight to me), but whenever one of us has done the other wrong he tends to ignore the wrong doer. It's happened before.