Hopefully I'll get the last two meetings up before this Friday. Let's keep our fingers crossed!
"Alright boys, do this scene one last time then you can go on break," the producer called.
James thanked the heavens that this was his last scene and all he had to say was "James and I still disagree."
Don't ask, it was a very long story.
Today they were filming at a park across the street from UCLA. And UCLA meant girls. Hot girls.
The guys had already gotten yelled at seven times in the past two and a half hours for gawking at the girls. Well, except Carlos. He seemed to be off in his own little world, his eyes looking dreamy.
Had he met a girl? James wandered.
It was possible. But if he had, James was jealous. He wanted to meet a girl. He wanted a girl to ask out. It had been a month since the last time he had a date, and frankly, he believed it was because of his job.
He loved his job, he really did. But he also loved the company of someone. And it was starting to get him down.
"Alright, fellas, break," the producer called ten minutes later.
James clapped his hands together, and before any of the guys could pull him someone, he walked across the street, entering the atmosphere of college.
Leigh opened the door from her morning English class, the warm October air hit her skin. It was around noon, and she had one more class in about twenty minutes. The sky was cloudless, the trees along the walk providing shade and a cool breeze.
She sat down on a wooden bench, where the sun hit her directly, then threw her bag down beside her. She crossed one leg over the other before taking a look around.
There were lots of different people at her college, and as the brunette took a look around, she noticed that there was an uncountable amount of couples walking around.
She wanted that. She wanted a guy she could talk to in between classes. Someone she could pass the time with. Of course, she wasn't a clingy girl, so she didn't have to see them 24/7. She knew what she wanted, and she honestly didn't think her standards were set that high.
She just didn't want a guy who needed her around all the time, because that meant all she was was his arm candy.
Leigh let out a sigh, then found her advanced English textbook in her bag and opened it to chapter twelve.
James walked around for about ten minutes, getting glances of approval from about a dozen girls. None of them though, didn't catch his eye. None of them made him feel it.
That feeling he got in his stomach.
That never happened.
He wasn't looking for a "one and done," type date. He wanted someone he clicked with, a girl he could spend hours on end talking to and not get bored.
Sure, he played a narcissistic player on the show, but in reality, he wasn't like that. Yes, he was confident, but he didn't use girls.
If he found the right girl, he would give her anything, and do whatever he had to do to keep her forever.
He sighed as he walked down an orange and brown sidewalk, looking down at his feet. He was still wearing his wardrobe from the last scene, a black wifebeater with a sky blue button down over top, none of the buttons done, a pair of jeans and black converse.
When he looked back up, his eyes immediately found a girl sitting by her lonesome, looking intently at the book in her lap.
She was absolutely beautiful. She had brown hair that was in a loose bun, and pale skin. She was wearing a pair of light washed capris and an orange V-neck short sleeved shirt.
James knew this was the girl. He could feel it in the air. It was spinning around him like the air that the trees blew.
"Hey," he said. He didn't believe in pick-up lines. All you had to do was smile and say hey.
The girl looked up at him, her eyes being light brown, and she looked bothered.
"Can I help you?" she asked politely. She figured he was some freshman that was lost. But the girl had to admit, he was good looking.
No, scratch that. He was the most gorgeous guy she'd ever seen. But looks like that mostly meant he was a player, something she didn't want.
But then why did she feel like blushing now that he was standing in front of her?
"I'm James," he said, seemingly ignoring the question.
"Leigh."
Leigh, James thought. Such a gorgeous name for an even more gorgeous girl.
"So, what are you reading?" James asked, trying to make conversation.
Leigh shot him a look, as if the large textbook was Seventeen or something, then she brought it up, showing him the cover.
"Advanced English?" she said.
"Is that what you're studying?"
Wow James, you're such an idiot, he scolded himself now.
"Yeah," she said, seeming embarrassed by it. "What are you studying?"
She definitely wanted to hear this.
"Oh, I don't go to school here," the brunette guy said.
"Then why are you here?" Leigh asked, somewhat…nervous now. She had to get out of this situation. Like, right now.
She shouldn't be talking to some guy who just showed up on campus.
"I work across the street," he said, and the girl's eyes went wide.
That's why he looked so familiar! She just put the pieces together.
This was one of those guys in the picture Giovanna had showed her. That heartthrob from that stupid boy band TV show that was premiering next month.
"Oh, right," she said. "You looked so familiar. My step-sister is absolutely in love with you."
James found that just a little weird. Their show hadn't premiered, yet there was some girl who probably knew all about him.
Leigh glanced at her watch, noticing it was 12.15, and she grabbed her bag. She stood up, slinging it over her shoulder.
She had to get away from this guy right now. She wasn't acting like herself. Usually she was shy, but talking to this guy came…easily. And that's what scared her.
"It was nice meeting you," the girl said, adjusting her large textbook in her arm. "But I have a class I have to get to."
She started to walk off before James could even say anything more, and she left him standing there, with a stupid grin on his face.
This was definitely the girl.