Piper's POV
"Where is J-james?"
"Again." The director sounded almost angry as he instructed me to repeat the line.
"W-where i-is J-james?" My voice cracked as I whispered his name.
"Again. Louder."
"W-w-where is… W-w-where…" I could barely remember my line… Yep. All three words of it were fading slowly but surely.
"Again!"
"W-where…"
"Again!" the director screamed.
"Where i-is…"
"Again, Piper!"
I stood there staring at my feet, mumbling the line over and over again as the director screamed at me "Again! Again, Piper!" Kendall was standing behind him, biting his lip. James's gaze was boring holes into the top of my head.
"Piper! Again!"
"Where is J-james…"
"Again!"
"Whe-"
"Again!"
"Where the fuck is James?"
The director stared at me with… satisfaction?
"There's the volume… The passion, too," he smiled. "Take five, Piper, and we'll see if we can make it PG when you come back."
I walked towards the dressing rooms. I was about to walk up to Kendall… but then I saw the bird that James just flipped me. I pushed past my cousin, eyes locked on James.
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Lacey's POV
She's going down.
The little skank-wad Jamesy's been living with walked up to him, hips shaking. She said something unintelligible to him, resulting in a growling one-word response from him.
I marched over to them, my fists clenched.
I snaked my way between the two. The fail of a girl he calls 'Piper' gave me a once over and smirked. Nuh-uh. Baddddd move. My acrylic nails left a satisfying trail of broken skin across her cheeks and right eye as I gave the little whore what she deserved.
"Stay away from my Jamesy," I hissed. I gave her a quick shove for good measure before I locked my lips on James's. Lacie: 1. Everyone else: why bother keeping score?