The Fanfiction Writer (Completed)

Chapter Five: On The Stage

Chapter Five: On the Stage

**Lilah's POV**

After a huge discussion with Jared and Lena about how giving my cellphone number to the boys really did happen, Lena rushed Jared and I out of our room, reminding us that we have class today.

When we get to the giant theater building, we're ten minutes late and Jared is very much out of breath.

"Jesus! You-" heavy breathing," did sports-" more heavy breathing," in high school!" Jared bends over, his hands on his knees. "I was just attractive!"

"You really should work out then," I say to him. My breathing is already under control.

Jared laughs and stands up, putting his hands on his hips. "I'm thin, I don't need to work out. I have the metabolism of a champion!" He exclaims with a wide smile.

I just roll my eyes and pull him along. "Come on, we're already late."

"Like Scott is ever going to punish anyone. He's too cute to do that," Jared sticks his tongue out at me and hooks arms with me.

"Oh shut up." Scott is out teacher's aide for the class and since it is college, the aides are usually the ones teaching. Scott, being one of the older UCLA students studying to become a professor or actor himself, is of course extremely attractive, but very much off limits. Besides he isn't part of One Direction!

When we get to the actual theater, the lights are already dimmed and Scott's on stage, looking out at the student filled audience. Jared and I grab each other's hands and sneak into a couple chairs in the third row. Hopefully we haven't been caught.

"So today I expect you and a partner to practice stage combat and a staged kiss. Partners are your choice so make sure you choose wisely," Scott, looking every bit of six feet tall, smiles at the audience, his blue eyes shining in the stage lights. Oh god and that brown hair of his that is so stubborn sometimes is acting really stubborn today. Instead of his neat teacher-like hairdo, his brown hair flips up at places. He looks as if someone has just run their hands all through-

"Lilah! He's talking to you!" Jared's elbow connects with my side, breaking me out my trance.

"Sorry! Sorry what?" I'm thankful for the dark room, hiding my blush across my cheeks.

"Sounds like Miss Mckinley has been daydreaming again," Scott clucks his tongue in my direction, his eyes not quite meeting mine but looking in my direction. I know from experience that the lights on stage are blocking out everything else. "Don't think I didn't notice you and Mr. Coles sneak in," Scott says with a slight smile on his face.

"Sorry Mr. Thustle," Jared and I say simultaneously. We like to call him Scott behind his back but address him as Mr. Thustle.

"No matter. Delilah come up here. Everyone else pair up," Scott says and already people are moving around to try and find a partner.

"Sorry for ditching you," I say to Jared.

"Oh shut up, I'd so switch you places for a chance to work with Scott," Jared giggles and pushes me towards the stage. "Enjoy!"

Rolling my eyes at Jared, but holding my breath as I get on stage, I walk over to Scott. I examine him discreetly as I approach him. His white button up, long sleeved shirt is tucked into his black straight suit pants, showing off his brown belt very nicely. His black leather shoes shine in the lights and I notice one of his shoes are untied. I can't help but stare at his chest and the way his shirt can't hide his very obvious muscles beneath it. God someone pinch me if I kiss this guy. I don't care if he isn't part of One Direction. He's hot and touchable.