Alexander's one of those people who always thinks he's the smarter one. He is constantly thinking that he is the one winning at this game of ours. Newsflash, Alexander, I am always one step ahead of you.
So we've proven to each other and the rest of the cast that we really like and care for each other. Not in the way that anyone would imagine, though. We're constantly provoking and pranking each other, just trying to get the other one to crack. The object of our game? The object is quite simple: whoever says "I Love You" first loses. Maybe it's cheesy and dumb but we have nothing else to lose, right?
I have to say that I almost cracked one day when Alexander took me down to this creek here in Asheville. It was serene; it was as if someone stole one of those pictures from a nature magazine and taped it in front of my eyes. He even brought pizza. Who wouldn't say that you love someone who brought pizza? Anyways, the makeshift date ended in him leaning down to kiss me. His nose touched mine and he was literally so close that I could feel his breath against my skin. It was perfect. And, since I am smarter than him, I quickly backed away and began stuffing my face with pizza. Alexander had groaned in defeat. Therefore, I have yet to kiss him. Until I win this little game of ours, I refuse to. Because that will only lead to me losing. And I can't lose.
But the other members of the cast have been quite entertained. They've even been betting on who will win. All the girls have sided with me while most of the boys have side with Alexander. Ian bet on me because he said that there was no way I could still love Alexander. Oh Ian, how wrong you are.
The whole mighty truth is that I am so in love with Alexander Ludwig that nothing in its power could stop that. He knows that and I know that but I will never admit it just yet. It's not really about the win that I care about the most in our game. It's the fact that Alexander would lose, meaning he would admit that he loves me. I'm not denying that he does but I'm not too sure either.
But filming has been going good. We mastered the bloodbath scene after like 4 days and now we've currently been working on the tracker jacker scenes and the potential career scenes. Which means that we will film them but there's a good chance that they won't actually make the movie.
After working on the tracker jacker scene all day today, Gary dismissed us and said that we will work on it again tomorrow. So now I'm in my hotel room reading my book as I usually do. Jackie, Leven, and Amandla were going shopping later but I didn't feel up to it. I haven't felt too great these past few days.
"Isabelle!" a muffled voice calls through my door. I roll my eyes before closing my book and walking up to the door. I'm very surprised when I swing it open and find Ian standing there.
Ian hasn't really talked to me since we broke up. He's been hanging around all of the extras lately so I haven't even talked to him. But there he stands in front of me. I raise an eyebrow at him. If Alexander saw him here in front of my door he would freak out, so he better hurry up and talk.
"Alexander sent me to get you." Ian says awkwardly.
"What? Why?" I ask.
"Um, well, they need your help." He says, scratching the back of his neck.
"Why? What happened? Is he okay?" I blurt out, starting to feel a little worried.
"Oh, yeah. Well, we might not be if he finds out." Ian says, flicking his eyes to the ground.
"Ian just tell me what's going on." I say.
He sighs before starting to talk again. "Well, nobody told you but the reason everyone could get in your room was because the 'extra' room keys we were all given were actually master keys to all the rooms on this floor. Jack kind of, uh-well, he used his to break into Gary's room."
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These Scars
Fanfiction"Scars are those rare things that never go away. They may fade over time or become dull, but they never fully go away. They become one of those things that every time you look at them, the memories and pain that caused it all come back. People only...
