Nerds With A Chance [A Logan Lerman Fanfic]

Chapter 8

“I didn’t know it was your birthday today,” Derrick, another intern helping out on set, told me. All the while expertly juggling in his hands a stack of sheets for the lighting crew and a box full of cables. Obviously Derrick was helping out with the lighting and electrical team.

I snorted, tucking a stray lock of auburn hair behind my ear. “I don’t really like to make a big deal of my birthday.”

“Unlike some people,” he muttered sarcastically, raising his brows meaningfully.

“You mean Brianna?”

Inwardly, I shivered at the thought of the rigid, cold girl, who had over the past couple of days become rather despondent to me.

Derrick nodded, setting down the box of cables on a nearby desk. “She’s having a big get together apparently. Some fancy restaurant.”

Dodging swiftly out of the way from a group of quarrelling crew members, I helped him unpack the box, laying them out on the table messily. “You going?”

Being the perfectionist he was, Derrick promptly elbowed me out the way, re-sorting the tangled cables with a little sigh, before continuing, “Maybe.”

Chuckling at his antics, I weaved round the back of him, proceeding to rip the tags off the wires instead.

“She didn’t invite you?”

I laughed abruptly. “You crazy? She hates my stinking guts.”

“You got that right.”

“Pfffft. I’m not that annoying, right?”

He looked up, a glint in his eyes, “No. You really are.”

I pouted. “Hey, you take that back mister.”

“Neverrrr.”

“Rawr.”

We laughed mutually, smiling at each other’s behaviour, as equally childish as the next.

“Zephilia?” A familiar British accent rang imperiously above me, causing Derrick to look over shoulder briefly.

“Hi Dian, how’s everything going?” I greeted cheerfully, turning around with an armful of cables in my hands.

“Glad to see you’re busy,” she affirmed, shooting a pointed look at Derrick who raised his hands in mock surrender before busying himself again.

Rolling my eyes, I looked back at Dian, “So what’s up?”

“Charles wants a word with you. Oh and Derrick please be careful with those cables.” Dian, as usual, was on top of everything. The perfect daughter of Hermes. “Well get going Zephilia, you know how Charles is. And don’t forget to call Logan, he’s been asking that you do give him a ring.”

Grinning at the fact Logan wasn’t getting bored of me already, I twirled on my heel and gave Dian and Derrick a quick goodbye before hurtling through the crowds with purpose.

“There you are Zeph,” Charles exclaimed, waving me over. I smiled at him, quite pleased that I had at least gotten through to one adult that my name was Zeph, and strictly not Zephilia.

“Hey Charles, you wanted to talk?”

“Yes, I needed…” He trailed off, his eyes gazing back to the set where Luke was acting the scene with Kronos in the box.

Perturbed, I waved my fingers across his face, “Charles?”

Old habits never die I guess…