Okay, I have no idea what happened to that last chapter, but only the last section was in Chad's POV in case you didn't know. Hopefully the font won't get messed up again. Just in case, I'll add whose view it is before. And thanks for reading and reviewing! Shockingly, I still don't own anything.
Lexi POV: "Oh my gosh that'd be so hilarious," I laughed in agreement with Jennifer's idea. "And then…" I started to suggest, cut off by the arrival of a face all too familiar even though I had met it in person only yesterday.
Chad.
The blonde gave his one jerk nod as he half-smiled. I half expected him to wink, point both his index fingers, and click as he did so.
Oh please… I wanted to groan.
I crossed my arms at him and Jennifer looked at me, then him, and back again.
"Right… I'm gonna go now…" she said before turning to head to the set.
"Chad," I acknowledged, drawing out his name to two beats, nearly growling as I glowered.
"Selena Lexine Gomez," Chad said, grinning a full smirk now, head cocked after he took a step towards me.
Too late to run now, I sighed inside.
"Not all of us are pompous, arrogant, and insecure enough to give themselves three names, Chad. It's Lexi."
His smile immediately fell, smoky, piercing blue eyes cold as ice, yet not exactly a full on glare, more like just a look with slightly squinted eyes, his lower lip almost pouting in a scowl-yet-not scowl.
Chad POV:
That little…
I couldn't think of a comeback while looking into those milk chocolate eyes, apparently, their luminous, bright, fiery glow, on top of Selena's beauty, made it as impossible to think as well as breathe.
"Well, Lexi, then," I mocked once I regained ability to breathe, lifting my hands and waving my head in a silent, sarcastic "ooh, wow," manner.
"Look, Cooper, what do you want?" she demanded bluntly, annoyed at ME! Chad Dylan Cooper! Greatest actor of our generation!
Lexi POV:
"I believe this belongs to you," he said, shoving a thick stack of stapled papers at me.
I raised an eyebrow and flipped it over.
"How do you know it's mine…?"
He rolled his eyes and fury ignited my heart again.
"The name scrawled across half the page might have been a minor clue," he said with mock serious, speaking softly and coldly as he held up the script that, indeed, had my name covering half the page, written in Marshall's cat scratch handwriting.
I sent him an infamous look and ripped it from his hands, cursing myself for ever dropping it and giving reason to see Cooper, of all people, again, and a rather embarrassing reason too. It made me look like some disorganized, lost, helpless little puppy. Or worse! Some damsel in distress Mackenzie, ech, had to rescue!
I threw up a little at the image of Chad trying to use his cheesy lines and acting on me!
Chad POV:
"Oh, give me THAT," she snapped, voice soft yet still harsh, rough, and cold. "Honestly…" she muttered, turning and walking away on me again!
"Um, excuse me?" I called with my signature full toothed grin and a slick tone, raising a finger and walking to her as she turned back to me with a glower, hands on her hips. "But, do tell me, exactly what is your problem?" I demanded, smile gone, charming and suave at first and then my last few words ruining that charade.
She smiled a too big smile, mischief, rage, and wrath sparkling in her eyes like fireworks.
"You want to know what my problem is, Chad?" she cooed, voice too too oil slick, too charming, too smooth and flowing.
Face still and fallen, I looked her up and down warily…
Lexi POV:
He was doing that ridiculous, practical pout thing with his lips again, but there was caution in his smoldering, penetrating blue eyes.
"I don't know… do I?' he asked warily, golden eyebrow ever so slightly raised, not taking his eyes off of me for one second.
Baby.
"Cause I really don't think I want to…" he admitted.
Ha ha, very funny. REAL clever.
I ignored him, poking him in the chest again and again with each word.
"My problem is that I have an arrogant, stuck-up, vain, egotistical, snobby, selfish, conceited, lazy, proud, self-centered…"
His eyes were fiery, his chest rising and falling with rage, but he pretended to yawn, leaning against the wall.
"You're gonna have to do better than that. I've heard it all before. Oh, I know it must be hard for someone like you, but do try to be a bit more original next time, hon."
HON?!?! I am NOT you're HON, you…! And what do you mean 'someone like me'?!?! HE's the one talking about lack of originality?! Has he read his show's lines and scripts?! Every single episode's been done a million times before with different actors on different shows! And Mackenzie is the single most clichéd…!
"Oh, forgive me," I apologized with a smile that made it's fakeness all the more blatant. "Allow me to insult you in a different manner. Hm, I seem to have an endless supply of paths to take here… What would you prefer? Your ridiculous obsession with your hair? The fact you have your own bathroom inside the studio bigger than most sets? Your insanely preppy and repetitive sense of.. Style? Can you actually call it that? That you shove puppies? The pathetic and ridiculous amount of time you take in hair in make-up before each show?!"
"You know, for someone who seems to hate me, you sure know an awful lot about me."
"The curse of having a best friend whose only flaw is their terrible choice in actors. Which reminds me, did I mention your terrible cheesy, fake, melodramatic, and unbelievable acting?" I pretended to ponder, resting a finger on my cheek in thought, my temper inflamed to the point my face was in his.
That finally got the blue in his eyes to burst into a blaze bright with fury. His chest rise and fell quickly now, enraged, as he glared at me.
I half-smirked, knowing exactly what made him tick, the very foundation of his pride. How he was vain enough to mistake his cheesy and melodramatic lines, voice, and expressions while acting for even remotely realistic was beyond me.
"Jealous, Gomez? Jealous of my acting that's so far superb to yours?"
"Jealous?" I laughed, grinning broadly, unable to keep from cracking up. "Me? Jealous of you?" I had to lean against the wall for support, my sides aching, only half acting like I found that the most hysterical thing in the world. "Chad, I'm not jealous of anyone, least of all you," I admitted truthfully.
The boastful actor was completely still with ice cold fury, glaring at me, in my face.
Chad POV:
If she says one more word, I swear…
opened my mouth to reply, but was cut off by an unfamiliar, or perhaps vaguely familiar voice.
"Um, is everything okay here?"
I turned to the tall young man. He looked to be about my age, half an inch shorter, hair black. Thick muscles, but that atrocious nose ruined any chance he had competing with Chad Dylan Coooer for any girl. Of course, that was a ridiculous thought, seeing as one, he was a nobody and I was famous, if a bit infamous at times, and two, we weren't even competing for anyone. Still, good for future reference, I supposed.
Maybe I should stop referring to myself in the third person… Nah!
He turned to Gomez, brow furrowing quizzically.
"Selena…?"
Her arms were still crossed, but her angelic face was calm.
"I'm fine, David. Go on," she said, turning her head, urging him in that direction.
Instead he turned to me, putting out his hand as if to shake mine. Ha!
"David Henrie," he said with a smile. "Nice to…"
"Right," I said with a bigger grin as I pulled out an emergency picture of me. "To… David…" I said as I wrote across it with my Mackenzie Falls pen, which also had a picture of Chad Dylan Cooper on it. "Here you go," I said, grinning again, pulling off fake charm flawlessly as I really insulted him.
"Gomez," I said as I walked away.
"Chad," she uttered with a scowl of disgust, undoubtedly glaring at my back with one of those ice cold, hard as stone, if-looks-could-kill looks of hers that were already infamous around here after one day.
Lexi's POV:
David stared after Chad in disbelief as he walked away with that stuck up, pompous, proud, arrogant stride of his.
"Twice!" he cried once Cooper had disappeared from view. "He did it twice!"
"I know, David, I know," I sighed, trying to keep my exasperation with the baffled Henrie out of my voice. It was Chad; he really shouldn't be surprised.
I rolled my eyes and half-smiled as I rested a hand on David's right shoulder, gently pushing him towards set.
"All right, David, come on, don't want to be late for the Chad Dylan Cooper fan club meeting," I teased him and he glared at me, a glower that wasn't nearly as icy or hard as Cooper's, or mine.
Wow, I never realized how much these two emphasize words till now.