Eh, I'll update anyways seeing as I didn't really give you much. But this time I mean it when I say I won't update again until I get a review! And when I said Lexi was speaking in an English accent I meant it was just for that one line. I don't really think Selena Gomez sounds British people, just if you were confused.

And, finally, we get to Chad. Bold font is in his point of view.

We were on break and I had volunteered to get the frozen yogurt while everyone else ordered food for themselves and me.

My cast mates couldn't keep from laughing at my jokes even while rehearsing and everyone, cast and crew alike, had seemed to love me almost as much as my hair and makeup artist loved my hair.

I tried to ignore the double takes and stares some of the guys in the cafeteria were giving me, used to it at home. Mom and Dad always insisted I was the most beautiful thing in the world, greatly exaggerated obviously, which might have been one of the reasons Daddy was so overprotective. I smiled when I thought about how he had reread the contract with Disney over and over again, incredibly skeptical of every line and every person he met.

"Lobster, caviar on the side, Brenda…" a familiar, obnoxious, oil slick voice was saying, attempting charm.

I turned around, tray of yogurt in hand, and saw a face I'd seen a million times on TV screens. Chad Dylan Cooper, the teen heartthrob every girl at my old school was in love with, star of Mackenzie Falls, the single cheesiest teen drama in the world. It was like watching one of grandma's terrible soaps.

His eyes met mine and he grinned, lines coming from out of nowhere and framing his pearly teeth and smooth, soft lips. I mentally groaned, knowing there was no way I could walk away without a word now without being rude. But, cheesy actor with his fake smiles that he was, I couldn't deny the fact that Chad had the deepest, brightest, most brilliant, swirling, soul piercing eyes, even more like pools of endless crystal bluer than the sky up front in person than one my friends' TV screen.

"Hey, you're…" I started casually, nonchalant.

Sigh, another fan, well, she's cuter than most of them… I thought before imitating myself in the picture behind me. Whoever this girl was, with her smooth, thick, voluminous, lustrous, soft, black hair, chocolate, heart meltingly warm, crystalline eyes of endless depths, face carved nearly as perfectly as my own, okay, not nearly, not anywhere close to Chad Dylan Cooper's perfection, but still… whoever she was, she was definitely one of the most beautiful girls in the studio, a nobody obviously, but gorgeous. Not a bad description, Chad, you just might be able to write some of your own lines yet…

WHAT was he doing? Okay, he was obviously not only a bad actor, but so big headed he actually imitated pictures of himself and couldn't even hear the blatant casualness in my tone. Who did this guy think he was?! Okay, that was a stupid question, he was famous as Zac Efron, but he didn't need to be so arrogant about it…

I couldn't remember the last time anyone had reacted in a way that made it impossible for me to finish my sentence. But this startling, arrogant, proud, stuck up, cocky, big-headed, overconfident Narcissus was pouring gas onto the flame that was my temper, sending it bursting into flame hotter than it ever had been in my memory.

"Him?" he finished for me, grinning that too big, fake smile that made his eyes sparkle and glow and blaze.

"Yeah… right…" I said, giving him an eyebrows knit, are-you-serious look of disbelief. Impatient to get away from him and not bothering to hide that, I looked towards the door and started walking.

I blinked, stunned, and snatched up the tray of lobster and caviar before turning back to the girl as she walked away?!?! What was happening?! No girl just walked away from Chad Dylan Cooper and looked so, impatient and desperate to leave! That'd never happened! EVER! Who did this girl think she was? Was she blind? Did she hate talented, ruggedly handsome, charming actors? Was she insane? Something had to be wrong with her. Unless she was far more famous than me, which clearly wasn't the case, she should still be gaping in awe and wide-eyed wonder, stunned speechless at my presence.

I had been getting used to idea of meeting famous people over the past few weeks, knowing the surprise of seeing a movie or TV character would surge through me and refusing to scream like a crazed fan. The shock at seeing Chad in person though, was quickly overcome with anger and disgust.

I felt a hand on my arm and I turned to see him smiling at me, using his eyes to his advantage to get the reaction he wanted from me, attempting to smother me with his endless pools of blue…

"Chad Dylan Cooper…"

"Yeah, I know," I said, really starting to get irritated now, surprised at how like my character I sounded, or rather, how much my character was like me.

"Wait. What?" I asked in disbelief, blinking at her, sure I must have heard, and seen wrong.

She spun around, hand on her hip, giving me a look, milk chocolate eyes blazing like fire and inflaming my own fiery, stubborn temper.

"You're Chad and I'm a girl who's going to be late for rehearsal. So, if you don't mind," I said, saying the last sentence with a kind, friendly hospitality so overenthusiastic it was obviously meant to be sarcastic…

For a moment I just stood there, blinking in disbelief, as she spun on her heel and stomped out of the studio cafeteria. I was Chad Dylan Cooper! She couldn't do that to me! How was it physically possible for her to not melt at the sight of me?! I was so furious I had half a mind to yell at her, "Do you know who I am?!?!?! I'm CHAD DYLAN COOPER!!! Who do you think you are?! I'll tell you exactly who you are! You're a girl who's supposed to melt at the sight of me! You give me your yogurt, you don't glare at me with those piercing eyes and stomp away!!!"

Woah, where'd the piercing eyes come from? I mean, sure, they're the only eyes that can seem to penetrate your heart of stone, but that's just because they inflame it with fury, rage, anger, hate… Breathe, Chad, breathe, I tried to calm myself when I felt my usually stone cold heart of a player burst into enraged flames at the mere thought of whatever her name is.