Chapter 7

Shock. Utter disbelief. Flabbergasted. Any other word that means shock. And not even all those words can explain what I was feeling. At first, I was shocked, then I felt my heart break in two, and now, all I feel is rage. Who does Lucas Friar think he is? He played me! Well now his little act is up and I wouldn't be falling for it again.

I couldn't look at Missy, and most definitely couldn't look at Lucas, so I stared at Missy's hand. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I plastered my best fake smile, took her hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Missy," I said through my teeth, "Lucas has spoken so highly of you. Lucas, you seem busy so I'll talk to you later."

When I tried to walk away he grabbed my arm and made me stare at his eyes. His gorgeous emerald eyes. No, he played you and he has a girlfriend.

"Let's talk about the scene now," he said to me with pleading eyes.

"No it's okay I'll just ask Maya." I shook his arm off of me and walked away.

I couldn't believe what just happened. I feel like such an idiot. I could feel tears coming into my eyes, but I ducked into the bathroom. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he has on me. I quickly grabbed paper towels and dabbed my face. I couldn't ruin my makeup with my tears. After I finished, I took one more look at myself in the mirror. Like nothing happened. Then the door opened and I saw the blonde with a worried expression. "Farkle told me he saw you run in here. Are you okay?"

"Why didn't you tell me Lucas has a girlfriend?" I asked Maya.

"I thought you knew…he didn't tell you?" I shook my head no. She pulls me into a hug, "That little twit. What happened between you two?"

I pulled away slightly. "It's my fault. I thought I was special. How could I not? He took me out to all these amazing places and made me feel like I was the only one in his world. And then in seconds, it all went away," I bury my face into Maya's arms, "And now I'm ruining my makeup."

Maya chuckled at my comment, "Your makeup is not ruined," she took a look at my face, "But we should get it touched up. Come on you don't want him to see you like this. Let's go to the makeup room."

Maya tried cracking jokes on the way to the makeup to cheer me up, but it wasn't working. I was plagued by millions of thoughts. How could I have been so wrong about him? I thought there was something between us. I mean, how else would someone explain the way he took care of me? I am such an idiot. I got swept up with the idea of romance, like as if my life ever turned out the way I wanted it to. But I am grateful for this wake-up call. I was getting too attached. Now I can solely focus on acting career and what my next steps are going to be after this show. When Maya and I made it to the makeup room, I went straight to the makeup chair. There were still some unshed tears in my eyes, but with a tissue, I took care of them. Maya comes over and she rubs my back. "Don't worry," she whispers, "he ain't worth the trouble."

Suddenly a knock breaks the silence. Lucas comes from behind the door. "Can I talk to Riley, please?"

Maya looks at me for a moment; I just nod my head, I want to hear what he has to say. Maya gets up, but before she leaves she gives Lucas a terrifying glare.

"Listen, Riley, I didn't want you to find out like this," Lucas started.

"Oh really? Then why didn't you just tell me? It isn't that hard to tell someone you have a girlfriend."

"It is when you've developed feelings for them," he says quietly.

"Does that mean that you're going to break up with Missy then?" I asked him.

He doesn't give an answer. I have no idea what he could possibly be thinking. It is simple me or her.

"Well?" I asked, wanting to know the answer.

"No…I care about Missy. I don't want to hurt her. But, I like you, Riley. I want to be with you."

"I don't care! I'm not going to be waiting until you grow the balls to break up with her! I refuse to sit around and wait for you"

"Riles…hear me out."

"No, I'm done listening to you. Tricking me into thinking that you like me and getting my hopes up that something could happen when you have a girlfriend is cruel. I don't know how you can live with yourself. Now get out."

"I am not going to leave until you hear me out. Because right now I am stuck. I can see myself with you, Riley. You make my heart happy. And right now more than anything, I want to kiss you and have you in my arms and call you mine."

"Well, you can't have us both, Lucas. And I think you should tell Missy about these 'feelings' you have towards me."

"Riles—"

"Riley."

"Riley," He stated with sadness, "I really do like you. A lot." He goes over and wraps his arms around my waist. "I want to be like this all the time." His hand strokes my cheek. "Being this close to you gives me goosebumps and I love it."

His lips are so close to mine. The temptation to kiss him is unbearable; it's all I'm thinking about.

He suddenly starts to get closer and closer. I want to stop him, but I freeze and let his lips come into contact with mine.

The kiss was filled with so much passion, I didn't want to stop. My lips synchronize with his. It's like when we were dancing salsa; I am following his every move. I could have melted in his arms as I let him kiss me. I enjoyed the kiss and I hate myself for it. When his tongue is grazing my lips, asking for permission to enter, I finally pulled away. "You're an asshole," I said while I wiped his taste off my lips.

"An asshole crazy for you. Just give me time."

"But you're still going to be with her! Do you have any idea how much that will kill me? And I'm not going to be your 'side chick'! You shouldn't have kissed me."

"I know, but I couldn't help myself. You won't become my side chick, I promise."

I glare at him, "Don't make promises you cannot keep. Is this some kind of game to you?"

"No, of course not!"

"Well, it seems that way. Now I'm done with this conversation." I sit back down in the makeup chair and I signal the makeup artist to come in to do touch ups on my face. "I need you to leave now," I said without looking at him.

I could feel his eyes staring at me while the makeup artist started working on my face. "I'm sorry, Riley." He walked out of the makeup room.

I hate him for making me feel this way. I hate him for making me feel something that cannot happen. I hate him for being so damn handsome. The makeup artist finishes touching up my makeup, but I choose to stay in the room, not wanting to see Lucas again.

Maya comes in after I take my seat on the couch and she starts to rub my back. She's been extremely supportive and I am so grateful to have her as a friend. I let her rub my back as I laid my head on her shoulder.

"Hey, I can make up something to the producers. Get you out of here sooner." Maya suggested.

"No, it's okay. You guys are already behind."

"Are you sure?" Maya asked.

"Yeah, I'm positive. It's called being professional." I smiled at her. "Now come on, let's go watch the others do their scenes."

After the ten-minute break was over, Zay, Farkle, and Maya had scenes together. I watched from the side, laughing when things went wrong on set. It helped me get distracted for the time being.

When Maya wasn't in front of the camera, she was doing a great job trying to keep me distracted. She told me stories about the cast (that didn't involve Lucas), she made jokes, and we even started watching Netflix. But, every once and awhile, I would watch Lucas act when he was on the set. I couldn't help but be captivated; he is an amazing actor. But every time he looked my way, I would look away, acting as if I wasn't watching. Maya would catch me looking at him every so often and try to distract me with some off topic conversation. It would work, but at one point I would go back to looking at him again.

While Maya did her scenes with Lucas, Farkle introduced me to Zay. Zay is hilarious. We had to go to Farkle's dressing room because I was dying from laughter and it was a distraction on set. He really helped me keep my mind off the whole Lucas situation. He's also a complete gossip. I learned some very interesting things about the cast and crew.

"Wanna hear a Farkle story?" Zay asked me.

"Nope, no she doesn't," Farkle said while shooting Zay down with a glare.

"What are you scared of?"

"I know exactly which story you're gonna tell and it's not the best story!"

"It's pretty funny."

"Well, now I want to know," I said intrigued.

"We were having a boys night out, me, Farkle, and Lucas," unknowingly I rolled my eyes at Lucas's name which cause both Farkle and Zay to give me a questioning look.

"Ignore me, continue the story!" I pressed.

"Anyways, Lucas and I got into a little dispute about who could get the most phone numbers from the ladies," I scoffed, "and Farkle here said he was going to get the most. Now I was shocked, I am a gentleman you see, I was just playing around. But when Farkle said he was going to get the most numbers he did not prove us wrong. How many was it Farkle?"

Farkle rubs the back of his neck before sighing, "Two."

"Two numbers! Best day of my life," Zay concluded.

"Aw Farkle, if you had asked me for my number I would have given it to you," I smiled at him.

Farkle smiles back at me, "Thanks, Riley."

"Hey Riley," I look up and see one of the production assistants, "You're needed for your next scene."

"Great," I muttered under my breath, "I'll see you guys later!" I said to the boys.

Since I had already retouched my makeup and didn't need to change my clothing, I started walking onto set. I started to mentally prepare myself for the scene. Mentally put myself in Rowan's shoes, not Riley's. She and Peyton are fine while me and Lucas are not. I know it seems confusing, but I need to have my head on straight before I do another love scene with the boy who just broke my heart. We are just co-workers. That's all.

"Alright everybody this is the last scene of the day, so let's not take too long," one of the directors said, laughing at his own joke, "Okay well let's get started."

Luca tried to come up and talk to me before we went on, but I just pushed him away. I need to get into Rowan's mindset right now. I can't be talking to Lucas.

"AND ACTION!"

A/N: The thoughts are "Rowan's" thoughts in the scene. So Riley is thinking as Rowan

There's Peyton, Rowan, go talk to him. C'mon you can do it. Alright, I got this.

"Hey cute face," I said. Cute face, really?

"Oh hi." He replied back.

"Oh hi? That's all I get?" I chuckled. He's gotta be kidding.

"What do you want, Rowan? Do you want me to get up and hug you? Kiss you on the cheek?" He's getting up from his seat and he doesn't look happy.

"Why the cold shoulder? What have I done to you?" I spat back at him.

"You're driving me crazy! I don't understand you! One day we go to the movies together on a date and the next you go mini golfing with this other guy."

"We are not exclusive. I can go on dates with whom I please. "

"Well, you can do whatever you like Rowan, just count me out." He starts to walk away.

"Peyton!" He turns around as I catch up to him, "I don't want you upset at me. What do you want from me?"

He pauses for a moment. He's looking into my eyes as if the answer is there. He finally says, "I want you to be my girl."

I think I misheard that. "What?"

"Rowan, you drive me completely crazy. But that's what makes me attracted to you. Not to mention that you are so beautiful and beyond smart. I want to figure you out. I want you to be my girlfriend."

Oh my god. He want to be my boyfriend? This has never happened to me before. And not like this. Oh, he's staring at me. What do I do?

I leaned into the little space that was between us and gave Peyton a sweet, but short kiss. I pull away saying, "I hope that answers your question."

"Oh, it does," Peyton says pulling me back into another kiss.

"AND CUT. That's a wrap. Thank you, everyone! See you tomorrow."

I've never left set so fast in my life. I took everything off, got into my own clothes, and quickly got to Maya's car with the hopes of not seeing Lucas.


A/N: There you have it! Thank you so much for your reviews, favorites, alerts, etc., they really do motivate me to keep writing. So what do you guys think about Lucas? Let's have a conversation. Until next time!