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YVETTE

Everyone's talking too loudly at this table read.

"Shhhh," I say to whoever's beside me.

"You know there's no one there right?" Katie says.

"I'm nursing a bad hangover and I don't want MTV to fire me, so shut up."

A* for professionalism, you go girl! I really should have reconsidered popping those five shots yesterday. But then again, everyone was so ugly if I didn't drink I wouldn't have been able to find anyone worthy to kiss. Or even glance at.

"Hey, sorry I'm late!" some inconsiderate ass screams as she walks in. It's probably more of a raised voice, but it sounded like a scream.

"Great, we're all here! Let's start," Carter announced.

"Oh my god, you're hung over so bad," Rita laughs. Ah, so Miss Little Margarita was fashionably late. Damn. Should've opted for margaritas instead of tequila shots last night.

"No one respects how hard it is to Yo-yo," Rita reads from the script.

"I feel like I'm supposed to say something but my head hurts too much…can I go home?"

Carter pauses, decides that I would be more unhelpful than helpful and nods. I smile weakly, grab my stuff and drive home.

Someone's screaming.

"Wake up Monreal!"

Ugh. Someone's hitting me with something. A pillow. I force my eyes open, only to find Volky and Michael hitting me with a bunch of soft toys.

"I can't believe you even own soft toys," Michael says, snapping a pic.

"YOU GUYS SUCK!"

"Awww, is little Yvette angry? C'mon, it's like, 4.30 in the afternoon and we were supposed to go the gym today at 4, remember? And get your head out of your ass, you've had enough sleep to cure that hangover," Rita chides.

I drag myself out of bed and show Rita my middle finger, only to have her collapse in laughter.

"When you two love birds are done, can we get moving? I'm pretty sure I need to train for my shirtless scenes," Willet complained.

Ten minutes later, I'm in my sweats and Michael's driving us to my gym.

"Hey Rachel, could you get my friends in too? Pretty please," I say, flittering my eyelashes at the kinda cute receptionist.

"Oh! Yvette, right? Sure, no problem!" Rachel says shyly.

"Is it me, or is that chick totally into Yvette?" Rita whispers rather loudly to Michael.

"Gay-dar is pinging off the charts, and Monreal here knows it."

I smirk and pass them the visitor badges, courtesy of Rachel.

"Hey, Rachel, you wanna maybe give me your number? In case, you know, I ever need a good workout?"

Rachel pauses, her cheeks flushing red as she hurriedly scribbles down a number and slides it across the desk.

"See ya around."

Michael is smirking so hard I can feel it without even looking.

"Are you actually gonna call Rachel?" Rita asks over the running water.

"Booty call, max."

"So you really go both ways huh?"

"Yeah. Do you? I think I maybe kind of like you, Volky! That cute wide grin and the big puppy dog eyes, thank god Carter cast me to play your romantic interest! Too bad I'm a chicken to ever say this out loud!" I mumble quietly to myself.

"Hey, I was just kidding you know?" she continues tentatively. Damn. I probably paused too long.

"Sorry, water in my eye. Yeah, I go both ways in real life. But don't worry, you're too lame for me to actually like, so…"

"Just shut up and bathe, asshole."

Later that night, I call Rachel the Receptionist.

"Hey! Yvette here!"

"OH! Hi!"

She seems genuinely surprised that I actually called.

"Hey! So anyway, I was thinking, do you maybe wanna go out sometime?"

"Oh! Sure! That'll be great! Which day works for you? I'm good, everyday, or whenever you're free, you know?"

OH MY GOD, she's so desperate to please, I'm actually regretting this a little.

"How bout a …group hang?" I silently thank Faking It and MTV for helping me out in tough times like this.

"Sure. I'll grab a few friends!"

"Great. Text me the place and time and I'll see you there!"

Maybe a fling will finally take my mind off Rita.