"The man is a pompous, arrogant, stubborn pain the ass!" Jared growled.
Oliver patted his shoulder. "Calm yourself. You know how Colin gets. He drives me crazy, too, but that is just his nature. He'll go have cigarette and a drink of whiskey, and then he'll be fine."
Jared snorted. "I hope so. I am tired of doing that scene over and over. I try to be serious, and he just smirks at me and makes me forget my lines. I'm ready to kill him!"
Oliver smiled at the frustrated man before him. "You know, don't you, that he is just doing this to get under your skin. He loves taunting you. And you are giving him exactly what he wants. Your best bet would be to have no reaction at all. That would take the fun out of it for him. Now, why don't you go to your trailer and warm up a little. Meet me back here in 30 minutes, and we'll get this scene finished. If not, I will kill him myself!"
"Fine. You can kill him. I will see you in a bit." Jared wandered back to his trailer. It felt good to be in out of the chilly night air, and he flopped backwards on his bed. Why did the man insist on irritating the hell out of him? And why was he letting it get to him? He'd worked with difficult people before, but something about Colin made him a little crazy. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, and it rather unnerved him.
Shaking it off, he got up and grabbed a bottle of water and some fruit. He would go back there, and he would do his best to ignore Colin's little games. He could do it. Surely.
But why the hell was the man getting under his skin, as Oliver had put it? What sort of reaction did he hope for? Did Colin really not like him, or was he just being a smart ass? Or was it something else? He didn't want to think about that.
Colin paced back and forth behind his trailer. He finished his second cigarette, dropping the butt on the ground and stomping it to death. He was irritated. Oliver had just jumped down his throat over the scene they were working on. It seems that no one else thought his little game with Jared was funny. Personally, he was having a great time.
He knew he had quite a reputation, and he knew everyone expected him to be the bad boy. Hell, he was only living up to his image. They had no sense of humor.
There as something about Jared that made him want to push his buttons. Maybe it was the fact that he was so…well, perfect. He didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't do drugs, ate only healthy vegetarian crap, had a singing voice that blew him away, though he would never admit that to anyone. And, truth be known, he thought the guy was cute, especially dressed as Hephaestion.
Cute? Where the fuck did that come from? he wondered. "Shit….I am losing my fucking mind", he thought. "It's this damned desert! Burn up one minute, freeze my ass off the next. I hate this fucking place. I need a pool and room service. And some hot chicks. I must be really hard up if I think Jared is cute. Ugh."
He tossed back the shot of whiskey that he had been holding, feeling the liquid warm him as it went down. That was better. A shot or two always took the edge off his nerves.
Nerves? "Why the hell am I nervous?" he thought. He spoke aloud "I really am fucking losing it."
He knew he had to be back on site in a few minutes. Part of him looked forward to it. He seriously wanted to push Jared's buttons again, just to watch him squirm. Another part of him just felt jittery. He had no idea why.
"Oh, fuck all of it. Let's get this done."
