Ruining Fame (Girl X Girl)

Chapter 6 / The Panel

A/N: Hey readers! Chapter 6 is a little shorter than the other ones, well . . . I think it is, but I really like where I am headed with this story. I also hope that you guys enjoy it too, please leave a VOTE and a COMMENT. Also, can you guess who plays Olive Mencher in the cast? Enjoy~! 

Much love xxJesse.

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Word of the Day

Sillage (n.): The scent that lingers in the air, the trail left in the water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone's perfume.

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Chapter 6 / Blake's P.O.V

After enduring a barrage of probing questions directed at both my mother and me, we left the stage feeling frustrated. From my perspective, my mother seemed almost fuming, but to everyone else, she appeared completely composed. However, they didn't know her like I did.

As we walked away from the stage, my mother pulled me aside. "Stay away from Lydia after this. It won't be good for her when she takes the stage," she warned in a hushed tone.

"Wait, she's here?" I questioned, my expression betraying my concern.

"Yes, she is. And I'm going up there with her after this next panel. Do me a favor and grab me a drink from the bar. Gin and tonic, please," she commanded. It was always her reputation that needed protecting, while I seemed to get thrown under the bus.

Nova was about to step onto the panel, and I couldn't help but steal glances at her. Despite the tension between us, I offered a thumbs up to wish her luck. Everyone needed a boost before facing something big. I made my way over to the bar, positioned discreetly to the right, shielded from the prying eyes of the interviewers behind a giant black wall.

I caught the bartender's attention. "Can I get a gin and tonic, and a vodka martini, please?" I requested politely.

As I settled into a high chair, I eavesdropped on the panel discussion. Nova was on stage with her fake boyfriend, trying hard to maintain composure. I couldn't help but chuckle at the spectacle, sipping on my martini as I observed. My mother's drink sat waiting on the counter, untouched. Thankfully, I wasn't bothered by anyone, allowing me to focus on the unfolding scene. As the questions continued, there was a round of applause as the on-set director took the stage. I'd worked with him before and knew he was incredibly talented, despite my mother's reservations. From my vantage point, I could see Nova struggling, holding her boyfriend's hand tightly.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to face a random girl. I give her a quick once-over, and she offers a small smile but seems frozen in place.

"Do you need something?" I ask, my annoyance evident in my tone.

Her light brown hair looks vaguely familiar, but I dismiss the thought. I meet too many people to remember them unless we're close.

"Blake Sloan, I'm Olive Mencher from New York McHeart. I was wondering if I could ask you a couple of questions--"

I raise my hand to stop her, annoyed by the interruption. I gag in my throat but decide to sip on my martini.

"First of all, how did you even get back here? I only take questions up on the panel," I remark, crossing my legs and giving her a glare.

"My boss paid extra for my co-workers and me so we could get more of an insider look. I understand you take questions on the panel, but I can only ask one, which I already did."