Name: After the cut
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own Zac

Amanda lifted up a chair and brought it over to her boss who felt no sympathy towards her and her sore back whatso ever. It seemed today out of all days she wanted Amanda to lift the heaviest things.
It had been a week and a half since Amanda's little menengitis scare and since Zac's little outburst.

She hadn't seen or talked to him since then and to be honset she missed him even though he told her what an ass she was. But that feeling went away from time to time especially when jesse came to visit her every other day at the hospital after her spinal tap. He would especially bring her coffee since that was what the doctor recomended to rebuild her fluids. Jesse was so sweet and caring unlike Zac who was a big jerk. So it was no surprise that the expression of hate wiped across Amanda's face when she saw Zac running lines with one of his co-stars.

He didn't notice her but boy did she notice him. Amanda didn't even notice that she was digging her nails in to her notebook until she felt someones hand on her arm "you okay?" she heard jesse ask as he watched her loosen her grip

"just fan-freakin-tastic" amanda said putting the note book down on a chair and sighing. Jesse kissed her on her forehead and lucky for her he started to massage her shoulders keeping her grounded because she swore she was about to take off and float away.

Everything about Jesse made Amanda want to scream. His features and hotness even the way his hands felt on her sore shoulders made her want to jump on him and kiss him all over but it was weird enough as it is with her feelings for Zac still looming over her like a little black personal rain cloud.

"when do you have to be back on set?" Amanda asked as she bobbed her head feeling the magic zap through his fingertips as he made circular motions down her back, she might be wrong but it felt like he had done this before.

"in about five, I'm shootong my big scene today" Amanda smiled and turned to face him. She rested her hands on his chest pressing herslef against him feeling the dampness of the fake blood on his shirt "and what scene is that?" she asked kissing him on the cheek

She heard jesse chuckle "the scene where I die" Amanda smiled and kissed him soflty on the lips. "awh but your too cute to kill off" she said keeping her lips barely on his just enough to send a tickle through his lips as she spoke. He kissed her back resting his hands on the small of her back.

Zac laughed as he finished off one of his lines noticing his co-star was making a funny face at the fact his character just gotten one of his limbs cut off "dude stop making me laugh we only have a few left"
His co-star slapped his knee and shook his head calming down "Okay serious mode" he said as he waved his hand over his face changing emotions as his hand ran over his face.

Zac stopped smiling making it look like he was being serious too but he was just plain mad. He saw amanda and jesse and almost crumpled up his script at the site of them. But he shouldn't be upset at Jesse he should be upset at Amanda because after all she was the selfish one.

The scare that happened that night and the fight they had made Zac think about her all week. He did admit they spent so little time together, him and Amanda but yet her words some how caught his attention to the point where he had formed a liking for Amanda not a friendship liking but a something more liking.

Jesse heard his name being called and dropped his hands backing away from Amanda acting as if nothing was going on. You see only few knew about Jesse and amanda and they both had a mutual decision to keep it that way, Amanda wasn't ready to get in to the public eye.

Amanda turned around and came face to face with the director of the movie who was calling Jesse over to tell him what he wanted to see in the next scene. Amanda didn't stick around though because no sooner than a second after did she hear her name being yelled out by her squaking boss.

Zac finished up his lines early enough to see Amanda standing alone at the buffet table. This was his chance, his chance to apologize. He made his way over to the table. Slow enough to think about what he was going to say but fast enough to reach her before she walked away.

The words filled his throat like someone was blowing up a baloon in his throat. They were the words that were dieing to get out but he kept them in... although sooner or later the baloon was going to burst.