Sorry I haven't updated in a while, lack of both inspiration and enthusiasm, but after watch some Sonny reruns and seeing Starstruck, all the while bemoaning that they didn't have Selena Gomez play the main character, because seriously, she'd be perfect for that role… After that, I'm officially reinspired.
It's hard to believe it's been over a month since Wizards started. It feels so much shorter, of course when it comes to CHAD, it feels like it's been years… I grumbled, unlocking my dressing room door. I shared it with Jennifer, but she wasn't needed for filming today.
I spun around with crossed arms and a glare when I heard his all too familiar footsteps.
"What do you want, Cooper?"
I knew the double meaning in her words. What did I want with her? Why did I keep coming back to her? Why did I use whatever excuse I could to see her? Why, and how, could this nobody pull me inexplicably and irrevocably towards her? She was a nobody, nothing. Gorgeous, true, the entire studio knew that, but this was Hollywood. There were a million beautiful girls. But she had a short, fiery temper, dangerously clever insults, comments, and comebacks, headstrong stubbornness, obstinate outspokenness, infuriatingly unpredictable and inscrutable nature, and unshakable pride that refused to let her have the last word. She drove me insane, infuriated and enraged me like no one else could, to the point of yelling in public!
But, oddly enough, Selena, Lexi was the only person I knew that could make me feel anything other than irritation. True, she evoked only fury, rage, a fiery temper, hate, loathing, wrath, hidden embarrassment at her remarks and comebacks that were nearly as clever as Chad Dylan Cooper's, and a lot, a lot more irritation and annoyance, yet the fact that she could make me feel anything at all, and feel so much of it so fiercely, as fiercely as she did even… that drew me me inexplicably, and irrevocably, towards her. But, however infuriating, irritating, enraging, bold, insulting, reckless, unpredictable, inscrutable, and annoying (and foolish, blind, and idiotic when it came to tastes in actors) she was, Lexi reminded me I was living, and that Chad Dylan Cooper actually did have a heart or, at the very least, emotions.
Maybe I should stop referring to myself in the third person… Nah!
She glared those clear, glowing, milk chocolate brown gems, trimmed in thick, luscious, perfect lashes, at me and I felt that fury inflame me again. It was so easy to feel it so strongly in her presence, but without her I couldn't feel anything so strongly. No wonder I kept coming back to her, but this couldn't end well. Depending on anyone with anything was never a good idea.
"Aw, so nice to see you again too," he said in that fake, sugary sweet, snobby tone of his.
He ignored my glare and walked past me into my dressing room.
"Chad! You can't just go barging into people's dressing rooms like that," I scolded, glowering as I stomped in after him.
He turned, giving me a look with that smug half-smirk of his.
"Lex, I'm Chad Dylan Cooper, I can do whatever I want," he said before turning back to glance around the room.
"Uh, no, you can't," I informed him. "And just because your cheesy show is 'the number one tween drama,' doesn't mean anything! It's the ONLY tween drama!" I said, hands up in frustration and my face showing both my frustration and my irritation, with a little bit of disbelief at him.
He ignored that.
"Well, I wanted to check up on all my cut outs of me and I realized I'd never seen your dressing room before, and that you wouldn't want me to, so of course I had to…" he cut himself off, finding the cut out.
"Clearly for good reason!" he cried, choking as if obviously fake tears would overcome him soon as he rushed to it. "Oh, baby…! What did they do to you?"
I had never seen anyone so upset over a piece of cardboard.
Only Chad…
"Did you do this?" he asked accusingly, glaring daggers of ice.
"Ha, ya like that?" I asked with a smile, walking over casually with my arms folded, pretending to look at if as if it were a funny piece of art. "Yeah, I actually can't take the credit for this one," I admitted. "But the second head was a really nice touch," I said, Cooper's cutout had a devil tail, two heads, two black marker goatees, and a pair of horns on each head.
"Munchkin or Potter?" Chad asked, looking at me, face still.
He pretended to not know Jake and David's names, but with all the countless nicknames he came up with for them, seemingly impromptu, I highly doubted that he didn't.
I opened my mouth to refuse to tell him, but he cut me off, staring off into space and slowing shaking his head.
"Both," he said, somehow learning that just by looking at me.
How does he DO that…?!
"I can't believe you actually sent them a cut out announcing that they're not invited. I mean, who does that? And duh anyone would at least take it out on the cut out…"
He tucked the two headed version of himself under his arm.
"Exactly why I'm checking all of them. So I guess I'll be seeing you at my party?" he asked, smiling that pearly grin that he thought was so charming… I nearly growled the silent, muttering thoughts.
Though I didn't show it, I felt terrible that I couldn't come. But this was Cooper we were talking about, he wouldn't miss me. Then why did I feel so guilty, bad, and full of pity? Well, it was obvious to anyone why I pitied Chad. I pitied anyone who was such a spoiled, egotistical, snobby, proud, immature, arrogant, stuck up, superficial, boastful Narcissus. It probably wasn't even really his fault he was so bad, he was raised to be spoiled and proud, it just so happened that was exactly his greatest temptation and that he was incredibly good at being a snobby, pompous jerk. But I still pitied that small, tiny goodness buried deep down in him, pitied Chad for the monster he'd become, pitied him for the fact that he had obviously never known even the faintest definition of love, much less felt it or been given it.
"As much as I'd love to spend a night dedicated to nothing but you, surrounded by people I don't know…" I said sarcastically with a wide, obviously plastered on smile. I dropped it quickly. "I…"
"You can bring that Jennifer girl I guess," he said with a shrug, not caring. "Just means two gifts," he reminded me quickly, giving me a stern look as if to make sure I actually did just that.
Did I mention greedy?
"I can't," I said, ignoring the ridiculous comment for now.
His hard expression instantly fell, that still, smooth, soft, crushed but refusing to show it expression replacing it, designed to tug at my heart strings, feel terrible, and pity the poor, helpless, pathetic, unloved child in Chad all the more.
But it didn't work, I knew Cooper was entirely aware of every move, word, and expression he made; he was the single most manipulative person alive and I refused to let him control me for one instance. That crying child begging to be loved didn't exist in Chad anymore, hadn't for years undoubtedly. He just recreated within his bright, smoldering, smothering blue eyes it to bend people to his wishes.
"You were the no?" he asked after the second it took him to see I wasn't bending, going for disbelief instead. "You were the one person I invited who's not coming?" He looked completely stunned and incredulous.
Please, Chad, you know me. You knew I wouldn't go even if I could because I can't stand being with you for five minutes. Much less a night full of, I'm guessing, pictures of you, food named after you…
"I am sorry, Chad," there, I admitted it. "But I made a promise I can't break…"
He stood up straighter, looking at me, realizing something. He half-smiled the half-smile that meant he was, had, or was in in the process of saying a clever comeback, mock, comment, or joke.
"Oh, I see. What's his name?" he teased, grinning wide now, overjoyed at this juicy piece of dirt he could hold over me and tease me about forever.
I couldn't explain the sudden burst of rage that threatened to completely overwhelm me as this realization struck me.
"I don't have a date, Chad," I said, rolling my eyes, and walking past him.
And I couldn't explain the relief that suddenly doused that feeling, gone as if it had never been there.
"Really, Selena? Really?" he asked in his usual, all too familiar way, using Selena instead of Lexi because he hadn't in a while, walking towards me, trying to charm me with those azure eyes, trying to make me admit the truth when there was nothing to admit.
"I don't. And I'm not going to tell you what I am doing, not because I'm ashamed of it but because I know you wouldn't understand it," I said simply after turning to look directly into his smoldering, piercing, brilliant blue pools of endless, blazing crystal that threatened to keep me from breathing as well as talking.
The line next to the corner of his lip deepened, showing that he was fighting back a half-smile.
"Not surprised your dateless. Apparently being 'funny' isn't enough to make people love you, huh?"
Okay, he was really starting to annoy me now. I could feel sparks threatening to start a raging fire that was my temper.
"This coming from America's most hated puppy shover," I said dubiously, giving him a look through the hair falling across my face.
His half smile dropped, that look of defeat where his entire face was smooth as a still pond returning, and he glared, pools inflamed yet colder than snow at once.
I don't remember what he said, all I knew was that we were yelling at each other again, shouting, insulting, making comebacks as our tempers blazed hotter and hotter which each word that came off each other's lips. And then he said something that I had no comeback, no reply for. More blinding rage and fury burst in me as I opened my jaw to say nothing, only Chad Dylan Cooper had ever succeeded in that, and his penetrating, brilliant, bluer than blue eyes were making it all the more difficult to think of anything to say.
"Get out of my dressing room!" she yelled at me.
I was too infuriated to smile smugly at my achievement, which was good, seeing as that would enrage Lex and she already looked angry enough to kill Chad Dylan Cooper.
"Fine!" I shouted back, walking towards her door but still looking at her with blazing eyes, the poor, mutilated cut out of me tucked under my arm.
"FINE!"
"Good," I said, slowly, mockingly making the word two syllables and making a face as I said it.
It succeeded in making her even angrier, so much that I was half fighting back laughter, half almost… scared. Ha! Right! Chad Dylan Cooper SCARED…
"GOOD! Chad Dylan Pooper!" I yelled after him as he started to walk out my door, so enraged I couldn't think of anything else but having to say something.
He turned around and half-smirked at that, walking towards me in that irritating way of his.
"Really, Lexi? Really? Talk about mature."
I couldn't help it! Usually an inflamed temper only encouraged me to come up with the perfect, clever, witty remark, but, for the first time in my life, I was so mad I couldn't think of even a half way decent one at all. And it was immature, which only made me angrier because I always prided myself in being mature and I was always calling Chad immature.
"I can't help it, I'm mad!" I said angrily, not yelling, but talking quickly, my rage radiating from my tone. "Now get out," I said, shoving him out.
He opened his mouth, undoubtedly to say some not funny, oh I'm so clever comment, and I slammed the door in his face, locking it.
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