AngelicaI ran away.Again.This time to the bathroom instead of my doorless room.I was too confused to keep crying.Too tired from such an emotional day to even ask what the guy meant when he said he couldn't be my friend yet needed to be my everything.And a small part of me wanted to run back into his arms and offer him all that I had and see if he'd bite. See if he'd at least be tempted.But I had nothing to offer.Except a dirty past.A shaky present.An unknown future.And guys like Will, they deserved the good girls, the ones with no demons chasing them down, the ones with no scars from needles. The ones who weren't constantly showering in an effort to clean the sins away.I started the shower.And peeled the wet clothes from my body.The bathroom door jerked open.Will stood there, shirtless. His intense gaze moved over my skin like he was caressing me with his eyes. I didn't cover up. There was no point. Because I wasn't a girl who was ashamed of the current
WillAng was even more silent than normal when she walked into the living room, her hair was a wet messy knot on the top of her head, and once again I was gifted with the girl I remembered.No makeup.An oversized T-shirt.And a pair of sweats I could have sworn I'd noticed missing from my room two nights ago when I did a load of laundry."Those mine?" I pointed at the black Under Armour sweats and waited for her to deny it.Instead, she shrugged a shoulder and said, "Maybe.""So you're stealing from me now?""Borrowing," she corrected. "If I stole them, that would mean that I left the house with them with the sole purpose of keeping them for myself." She rubbed her nose and sat cross-legged on the couch, barely hiding a yawn behind the back of her hand. "All right, we have to be on set in a few hours, so spill."I suddenly forgot everything I was going to say.And I had no idea why.I was better than this.I was an agent for God's sake. I knew the words, I was older than
Will"You look like crap," Ang said handing me a cup of coffee before swiping my keys off the counter. "I can drive.""You can drive?"This was news to me. The girl never drove. Why drive when someone could drive you and you could drink in the back seat of the limo? It was something that had always bothered me about her, the fact that she didn't really have a license, I mean she could figure it out as good as anyone but she was too lazy to go in and take a damn test."Don't worry, I won't kill us." She gave me a sly wink before tucking her hair under another one of her baseball caps and opening the door to the house, locking it behind us.Who was this person?She unlocked the Rover and jumped in. The sky was a clear inky black, stars scattered all around. The breeze was frigid. If we had to go in the ocean today I was going to kick Jay's ass.Again.Or at least threaten to.I quickly turned on the heated seats and watched in shock and a little bit of awe as Ang moved the mir
AngelicaI hadn't seen Will all day.But I had heard about the drama that went on between him and Jaymeson, and I wasn't the only one who was suffering for it. Every actor on set was ready to quit by the time the day was done. I'd never been yelled at more in my entire life.Apparently, Jamie Jaymeson had a temper.Who knew?Nobody could do anything right, he was angry at the rain, angry that the ocean didn't look blue enough, and when it was time to film the cast party scene all he did was complain that we weren't trying hard enough.I think even Linc was getting irritated.About two hours in, and Pris, his gorgeous and perfect wife strolled on set with Linc's girlfriend Dani. She took one look at the tension, grabbed his megaphone, and yelled. "Take lunch."Jaymeson opened his mouth to argue.Then Pris grabbed it again and said, "One hour."Jaymeson kicked the sand.I tried not to smirk, but it was hard. Huh, who knew he was such a softy when it came to his wife. A pang
WillI was surrounded by clothes, costumes, makeup, and basically another version of Hell and yet I couldn't wipe the grin from my face.She'd always had a beautiful voice, angelic, and it always pissed me off that she never shared it with the world, that acting was more important when she could have made a killing on Broadway. The only song she ever agreed to sing was Lighthouse the one song that when I recorded it for my own solo release...She had been too busy getting high to lay down the tracks.It had become a thing.The tardiness.Losing weight.Losing interest.Losing the light behind her eyes.And I hated that she refused help as if nothing was wrong with what she was doing.And I still didn't know why.I knew there was pain there, I knew there was misery, but why self-destruct? Why not let the people you love help you?I shook away the morose thoughts as I put on a way-too-tight white T-shirt that should be illegal in most states, right along with skinny jeans a
WillBy the time I reached the filming location on the other side of the beach where a small bar stood near the boardwalk, I was ready to hit the ground running, just in the opposite direction, say toward Antarctica. I'd been stopped numerous times.. Every few feet another scream erupted from the sidewalk.Seriously? I hadn't looked that bad... had I?Sure, I wore glasses most of the time because it made sense when staring at a computer most days. I'd developed astigmatism, so what?And yeah, I liked wearing relaxed jeans, it's not like they weren't designer, and right, okay so most of my wardrobe consisted of suits.Button ups.Jackets.I froze."Oh, shit." I ran my hands through my mussed hair and fought the urge to puke. "I'm my father."I didn't have time to think about what this meant, and why it hurt so badly when Ang said the same thing, and why I'd needed to hear her deny it, mainly because he was a money hungry lunatic with designer suits and never enough time for h
Will"Bonfire!" Zane shouted pounding on the door minutes after both Ang and I had gotten home.I groaned. "Think we can hide?""I can hear you whispering!" Zane yelled. "Plus I saw the SUV pull up, we already got all the shit, I got the mallows, meet us all on the beach in ten. And Will, try not to look like our chaperone!""Try not to look naked!" I yelled back."No promises!" was Zane's only reply before we were once again left alone, I'd walked off set in my old clothes and suddenly felt like a stranger in my own body, as if the parts didn't match anymore."What do you say?" I eyed Ang wearily. "You too tired?"She gave her head a shake. "Even if I was, they'd just come back and kidnap one of us... let me just grab some water and I'll be ready.""I'll get it." I held out my hand.She was still holding onto the coffee cup.I purposefully pried it from her fingers, went over to the counter, washed it, and put it away all before getting her a bottle of water from the fridg
AngelicaYou know that feeling you get when you know you've said too much of the heavy things that should really never be spoken out loud in the first place? I had that feeling, in my stomach the entire time we walked down to the beach. Will didn't seem to mind my silence, but I minded. I minded that I'd basically exposed myself to him a very vulnerable way and he'd chosen silence. Again.And the more I thought about it the more disappointed I became.Until Demetri's words hit me all over again like a sense of Déjà Vu when I saw his face near the bonfire."He doesn't hate you. He hates himself."I stumbled into the sand, Will gripped my arm and kept me from planting my face in the dirt. "You okay?""I don't hate you." I said the same thing that the guys had said to me over and over again this past week. I looked up at Will and spoke slower, with more meaning. "I could never hate you, Will. Ever. No matter what's been said, you aren't easy to hate. You're just easy to miss, whic