American Love Story (Evan Peters Fanfic)

Independence

Callie's POV

"I literally had a sex scene with The Evan Peters," I told my friend Courtney. "And I gave him the worst experience of his life."  "Maybe he was just having a bad day," Courtney said, in an attempt to make me feel better. "Or maybe he did it because he liked it too much." "I doubt that was the issue," I replied. "He literally walked away without a single word. The look on his face was awful. He actually looked mortified." I could hear Courtney sigh with pitty in her voice through the phone line. "Well at least you only have to work with him for a couple more days," she said "Besides, you're acting in your favorite tv show! Forget about that jerk and focus on how amazing this experience is." "You're right," I said feeling slightly better than before. "Screw that jackass. I shouldn't let him ruin this awesome opportunity." "That's the spirit," she exclaimed. "Anyways, I have to go, my mom's forcing me to help her get ready for my grandparent's visit." I laughed, hearing the pure disdain in her voice. "Bye," I said, hanging up the phone. Courtney was right, I wasn't going to let a guy get in the way of my enjoyment. Even if he was the celebrity I had been idolizing for years. Plus, I only had a couple more days of filming since my character was only in a few episodes. As the days passed, I started to actually enjoy myself. I had practically no scenes with Evan and I was starting to become really good friends with the cast. Once Taissa and I started filming scenes together, we immediately became friends. Both of us had sarcastic humor and didn't starve ourselves like most hollywood actresses did. "You know he's been staring at you for the past 30 minutes," Taissa remarked, nodding her head in Evan's direction as we walked over to the food table. "Please," I snorted. "He hasn't even talked to me since our sex scene. I seriously doubt he even wants to be friends." "Hey, I'm just stating the facts," Taissa said with her hands up as an act of surrender. I looked over to where Evan was sitting and saw that he actually was staring. Seeing that he had been caught, Evan turned away, acting as if nothing had happened. "I don't know what his problem is," I said, sighing. "Well he obviously likes you more than he should or he wouldn't be acting like such a freak," Taissa said, making me choke on my water. "What do you mean, 'liking me more than he should'?" I asked. Taissa rolled her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Well first of all, he is engaged. And second of all, you're like 12 years younger than him, not to mention underaged. He's probably worried that if he gets to close to you, he'll do something illegal." I let the idea sink in and then firmly shook my head no. "There's no way that's what it is," I said confidently. "And I'm going to prove it to you."

Evan's POV

I shouldn't have been staring at her, I thought to myself once I had been caught. As much as I had been trying to avoid her, I still couldn't seem to get her out of my head. I could tell that it hurt her feelings that I was blatantly ignoring her, but what else could I do? There was definitely no way that we could just be friends. My jaw practically dropped to the ground as I saw that Callie had approached me. "What's your problem?" She asked, clearly annoyed. "You haven't said a single word to me since our last scene." "What am I supposed to say?" I asked, trying to keep a disinterested tone. "Oh I don't know, but acknowledgement of my existence would be nice," she replied. "I just want to know why." Seeing the hurt look on her face made me physically ache. "You wanna know why?" I said, practically about to lose it. "Because you're a kid! I took you out to lunch because I felt sorry for being rude to you on your first day, that's it! I don't want to be your friend, I just didn't want to feel guilty." For a moment I thought she was going to actually punch me in the face as I saw a flash of anger, but it quickly faded away, turning into sadness. "Sorry for bothering," she said sarcastically. "You clearly don't want to keep the company of an immature kid like me." With that, she turned on her heal and stormed away. Saying those words made me feel sick, but I knew that it was the right thing to do, for both of us. When shooting finally ended, I practically sprinted to my car, but when I arrived, someone was already there. Taissa stood in front of the driver's door, rage covering her face. "What the hell Evan?" she yelled. "When we first met I was sixteen years old, and you treated me like one of your friends, not some toddler that you were being forced to babysit! Why are you acting like such a dick to Callie?" Unable to keep my facade up, I finally cracked. "Because I like her, Taissa! I like her too much!" I exclaimed. "What do you think would happen if we were friends? We've barely ever talked and I'm seriously attracted for her! She's not even 18! The best thing for both of us is to keep our distance so that we don't do something that we'll regret!" Taissa looked at me, the anger fading from her eyes. "I get it," she said softly. "You don't have to be friends, but at least apologize for being a such an ass to her." I nodded and she walked away. As guilty as I felt, there was no way that I could apologize to Callie. The more she hates me, the better, I thought to myself as I got into my car. Besides, it had been the last day I would see her on set. Whatever thing we had would be gone forever; I never would have to see her again. At least, that was what i thought.