Molly | Herophine

Chapter 8: Improv

The first shooting day is just bad. Like bloody awful, bad. Just like during rehearsals, Julia and I still don't have that connection. Jenny is getting really pissed and Anna is beyond inconsolably.

"Can you be any more disrespectful?" Julia exclaims for what feels like the hundredth time and I stare at her with a dumbfounded expression on my face. Just then, Khadijha enters the frame.

"Sorry, I'm late. I have a hell of a hangover," she dramatically says and then moves her eyes back and forth between me and Julia. "Sorry Tess, I forgot to tell you Hardin would be stopping by."

Before Julia could deliver her line, Jenny calls cut again. We all groan in frustration. Half the day hasn't gone by and yet I'm already fucking exhausted and ready to call it a day.

"This isn't working, Jenny," I overhear Anna cry when I pass by them.

Bloody hell it isn't.

*****

"Everyone, we are making some changes to the schedule," Jenny yells throughout the cafeteria where everyone has been lounging for the past 30-minute break for lunch. We all turn to her and attentively listen to her instructions. "We'll film some parts of the party this afternoon but only the parts where the main cast are needed since the party isn't supposed to be shot until tomorrow. We'll be filming Sequence 30 through 35. Crew, we'll pack everything up and change location to the big house and cast please proceed to hair, makeup and wardrobe for your change. Transportation will be waiting. Let's all move it everyone!" She dismisses us with a clap of her hands and everyone starts to pile out of the cafeteria.

Sam and I go straight to wardrobe and and apparently everyone else are already there for their change. Since Hardin isn't that hard to dress up, a plain black shirt is shoved to my chest and I change right there while the ladies are hauled back behind a heavy curtain.

*****

"Dude, we should really hit this bar I looked up online. They have this acoustic night every Wednesday," Sam rambles on as we sit on the couch of the "frat house". We were transferred ahead of the others.

"Sure sure man, let's tell Shane when we get back to the hotel..." I trail off as Swen, Julia, Khadijha, Pia and Jo walk in the room, my eyes automatically focus on Jo-as has been the case since I met her. She's wearing a tiny black dress with strings as straps, the material clinging to every curve of her body like a second skin. It's paired with fishnet stockings and black boots. Her pink ends and milky white skin complete contrasts to her all black ensemble. Her eyes are heavily made with dark shadows and liners and her lips are just the right shade of deep pink.

She's fucking hot.

"Ok, so this scene will be when Steph introduces Tessa to the whole group," Jenny tells us and goes on to give more detailed instructions as to how we should go about the scene. "Jo, you have to be the bad bitch here, make Tessa feel uncomfortable," she instructs Jo and she nods with a grin. Obviously, this is her happy place right here-on set and acting. "Oh, and also... Hero, Jo will have to sit on your lap for the entire duration of the scene," she then tells me and I instantly tense up at the images formed in my head. Jo. Sitting. On. My. Lap.

Fuck!

"We'll do a rehearsal run before the actual take," Jenny finishes.

Everything goes by like a blur after she leaves for the camera. People go to their positions and then... and then... Jo comes to sit on my lap. Her soft body resting against mine in a seated position. Yeah, that's what sitting on your lap is you wanker. She's so stiff though, her back straight and not resting against my front. She's keeping as much space between our bodies, it's almost hilarious.