Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Jay’s next, he knows it because he holds up his hands like he’s getting arrested. “I’m mysterious, I get it, I get it!”
“Good.” I nod at him and then I turn my attention to the others. “As for TestME—”
They’re jaws have all dropped like they’ve been caught doing something horribly wrong, well all but Suho.
“I got it.” He nods. “We know our place.” He looks over at Rae. “It’s been made painfully aware we’re the innocent junior group just riding on some unbelievably cheap coattails, so as far as acting, won’t be hard, we’ve been doing it since our debut.”
He reaches for Sookie’s bag of chips, takes a bite of Dorito and finishes it up with. “Is that it?”
Wow. What an asshole. Did he just say that to me?
I take a step toward him, ready to fight when Rae blocks me.
“Low blood sugar, he’s just hungry,” Rae warns me and shakes his head. “Let everyone know we’re ready to head to costume and makeup.”
I open my mouth then close it, finding I can only nod and then I walk away. That kid is in need of a serious ass kicking. I wish I could do it. He’s definitely gotten under my skin because I’m bothered by the comment and wish I could just lay into him, which is totally unlike me but then, I’m not doing anything in my normal way lately.
And I blame Sookie.
When I finally make it to the restroom, hours later and just ready for the day to be over, I’m forced to really look at myself in the mirror. I groan at the sight that greets me. My shirt is completely see through where the coffee stain hit my right boob and I’m not wearing a bra. Hello nipples.
It could not get worse.
And I really need to stop saying and thinking things like that, because when you think it can’t… it can.
Oh, the joys of life.
Chapter Ten
Sookie
It’s a painful process.
It’s brutal and painful and it sucks.
All of it.
They’ve put me in a clown costume, like I’m ready to go on The Masked Singer. Literally a clown costume. My clown face is huge—grotesquely huge. It’s hot as hell and I’m sweating profusely, and I’m in a black glitter tuxedo… but wait, there’s more.
They put a pink bow on the clown costume. Because pink bows just scream innocence. I literally don’t even know what to do when I stare at myself in the mirror. Do I laugh? Do I cry? Is this a joke? A prank at the very least?
How could they do this to me?
I reach for the bow to rip the goddamn thing off when Lucas walks in, takes one look at me and starts choking on his water. “The hell?
I want to tell him to fuck off, but it’s not his fault that I look like a joke.
“It’s a bow.” I tell him. I can only imagine what I must look like to him.
“I see that.” he looks like he’s trying his hardest not to laugh.
“For a clown mask.” I continue to explain, like he can’t see what is blatantly staring back at him.
“The mask looks scary at least? I mean cancel the bow and I might shit myself if I see you in a dark corner.” He tilts his head like he’s sizing me up and thinking about his words. “But without the glitter on the tux.”
Asshole.
“Helpful.”
“I thought so.”
I hate my life
Someone else comes into the trailer and slams the door then stumbles toward me. I don’t know who because of the mask but he immediately starts laughing. He’s dressed like he fell off the set of Toy Story. I take in his whole look and silently chuckle. But at least he’s not wearing a pink bow.
He’s winning in one department.
“You’re afraid of horses?”
His costume is a full-on Chronicles of Narnia nightmare. I’m convinced if it was possible for CS Lewis to crawl out of his grave, this would be the minute he would do it and haunt everyone involved. He wouldn’t be very happy about any of this.
“I’m half horse.” He sighs. “I’m a–”
“Shit, bro…” Lucas starts laughing again. He falls over to his side and slaps his leg as he shouts out in mirth. “You’re Mr. Tumnas!”
“Am not!”
“Are too,” we say at the same time.
“I’m sorry to be the one to break the news to you,” I tell him with a sad, Bozo the Clown shrug. Not that I’m doing any better than him.
My look is just as nightmare inducing.
He walks toward me, accidentally trips then looks in the mirror. He stares at himself for a long time. I can only imagine the thoughts racing through his mind.
“I have never been sadder in any moment.” His voice isn’t familiar.
Wait, it’s not one of ours. “Eric?”
“Hi.” He lowers his head, all arrogance gone like they just Mr. Tumnased it out of him. “I think I walked in the wrong trailer, well actually I know I walked in the wrong trailer.”