Chapter 11

Zora's Point Of View

I was making my way back to the commissary. But before I got there someone called from behind her.

"Zora!" said a familiar voice from behind.

I turned and found Wesley Willilger walking-slash-running to me.

'Yikes!' I thought to myself- honestly I haven't gotten over the whole surprise Portlyn dropped on me a while ago.

'You're really good Portlyn, really, really good,' there were only a few people she knew that could surprise her. And Portlyn was one of those few people.

Apart of her enjoys being 'friends' with the said girl. . . having her made things a lot more interesting- not to mention the fact that she was able to access Stage two's vents now after making that deal with the latter.

And what about that girl's secret. Who would have ever thought that the Mackenzie Falls supposed airhead was hiding probably the most kept secret in Hollywood? Not to mention her act. She was truly a talented actress, maybe when the whole secret thing fades she could join their show.

Anyway, back to my dilemma. Wesley has now made his way to where I was.

I have no idea what to say or if I should start plotting my revenge on Portlyn or thank her.

"H-hey Wesley. I thought you went ahead of me or something," great I sound like a nervous wreck.

"Oh, I got Portlyn her breakfast and put it on her dressing room like she instructed," he answered with a smile.

'Revenge it is!' I thought. Did Portlyn make this guy fall for her or something? That little. . .she's really good. My revenge on her should be a hundred times better.

"May I ask why you're doing everything that girl says?" there was bitterness in my voice but I really don't care if he notice.

Wesley's forehead just knotted. "Well why are you doing what she tells you?" he asked back.

"If you want to know she pays me for my services," I explained. "And now, why are you doing everything she tells you to do?" there was annoyance in my voice.

"Are you seriously asking me that question?" Wesley asked me like the answer to that question was so obvious.

"Let me guess. You like her don't you, like like her, like her," I said to him.

Why does he like older women? I mean I'm two months older, but his types are two years older. That just not right.

Wesley just sighed. "I know that when we first met I gave you the not so best first impression. After all I hit on some other guys girlfriend who was two- maybe three years older than me but I can honestly tell you that I'm over older women," he said reassuringly.

My forehead knotted at this. "Then why are you doing everything she tells you?" I was honestly confused.

A smile formed on Wesley's face at the question- like the answer was something to laugh about. "You remember that Chad fired me for mini-Macking on his girl, right?" I nodded.

I do recall him sending a gift basket for Sonny- which I thought was for me- which turned out to be originally Chad's idea and the gift basket itself was originally Chad's.

"How did you think I got back to the show?" he asked with a smile.

"With Portlyn's help?" I said in disbelief.

"Yep, so does that answer all your questions?" his smile was wider now.

I smiled at him now. "Just one more. When did you start eavesdropping on people?" I asked genuinely curious.

"Portlyn introduced me to the hobby," he said simply.

I should have known it was her work. She truly is good at manipulating people- but who am I to complaining.

"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" I asked.

"Not yet," he answered. "What about you?" he had that smile back on his lips.

"I haven't finished yet because of all the drama a while ago," I answered. I think I knew what's gonna happen next.

"So. . .wanna have breakfast together," he offered.

"Sure."

'Yep! I'm gonna thank that girl the next time I see her. . .and maybe I'll give her a discount as well. Mwahaha! My services, after all does NOT come cheap'.

. . . . .

Portlyn's Point Of View

At the Falls around 11:30. . .

Rehearsals had been cancelled because of their diva of a star.

'Who would have ever thought that things would end up like this?' she thought to herself as she made her way to the person she referred to as the root of all egoistic jerks in the universe- not to mention the perfect example of the word narcissistic.

That's right people. It's the one and only Chad Dylan Cooper, a.k.a the three-named-jerk.

But why? Why would I, Portlyn Maddison go to his so called sacred place of Chadness?

Well, quite frankly it seems that I have to get that guy's head screw the right way if you know what I mean- and I'm sure you do.

I knocked at the door. "Chad, its Portlyn," no answer.

"Chad, I'm coming in, okay?" I said warning him before I entered.

When I entered his dressing room I saw Chad –gasp!

"Chad? Are you alright?" I asked unsurely.

'Oh my. . .this is a lot more worse than I thought- for both of them that is.'

That's right. I said both, which means the other both I'm talking about is the bubbly brunette from the other show So Random!.

I know you're asking 'why would Portlyn Maddison talk to a lowly Random?' Well I'll tell you a secret, I only do it when I know no once watching. Me talking to a Random would ruin my reputation- and yes people I do have a reputation.

I talked to her at the clinic- where no one can see us. (the same way I communicate with that other brunette Random)

You would probably be thinking what would little Miss Sonshine talk to me about. Well she was so upset at her ex that she told me all about her little problems. And that's one of the many reasons I'm here in Chad's dressing room- did I ever mention I never though I'd ever, ever do this.

"Why would you care? Even m'lady didn't care when I told her I loved her," he was obviously upset.

'This really is a lot worse than the worst I thought.'

"Chad, why are you burning your pictures?" I asked him.

Oh my goodness! What the heck is he doing burning the pictures he had of himself. This truly is serious!

'Good,' I thought happily- I think.

end of chapter 11