Chapter V

You can't always control who walks into your life....

But you can control which window you throw them out of

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I quickly run through the script and make sure that everything is in order and is precise. I read over it 10 times, before I'm abundantly satisfied. I just hope the director thinks so.

"Alyssa!" He shouts and I rush there, careful not to trip on any of the system wiring.

"Here sir. Here is the script." I hand the sheets over to him. He skims through them and nods.

"Okay, where is my 3 on the dot coffee?" He orders again. Geez, he's such an ungrateful bastar-

"Now Ms. Anderson or you're fired!" I leap at the tone of his voice and quickly rush to the kitchen.

"Oh, and while you're at it, get me 5 croissants and call that O'Brien boy. He's needed ASAP!" I roll my eyes and do as told.

"Get to work people. I don't pay you to be bystanders! I already have trillions of those. Grace, see if you can get hold of Bernard."

"On it sir."

"Mabel, redo their makeup, they look horrid. Come on people time is our arch enemy. Work with me. Lights. Camera. Action!

The names Alyssa Christina Anderson. I'm a 5'6 and I have long, brown hair. Caramel eyes, and I have a sassy attitude. I'm a PA in this homogenous work place in Hollywood, and I'm 19 years of age. That old hag over there is Andrew Matthews, biggest director and producer in Hollywood and they are working on the sequel of The Maze Runner, which is The Maze Runner: Scorch Trials.

I'm a writer, but no one is aware of that, which is good. I mean my mom is extremely sick, and has been diagnosed with Cancer, so I have to be the bread feeder in the house. My dad? Meh, that man that is like a penny, two faced and worthless, never knew him. He comes home once in a while, drunk then starts cussing and hitting my mom, so I filed a restraining order against him. They also found several drugs in his body; illegal drugs I must say, and he is serving time where he always belonged, behind bars.

After giving Mr Matthews his coffee for the 16th time today, I dial Dylan's numbers. It rings for a while, then goes to voicemail. I attempt to reach him for 10 times, but still no answer, and leave him a text. I sigh. Andrew is not going to be pleased....

I need a six month vacation, twice a year

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I touch my now not-so-swollen-plum-lips and seemingly inexplicable manner. Did I in fact have my first kiss stolen by the bad boy? A mere human being I hardly know. The boy whose eyes will make your knees feel jellylike? And I punched him, in the jaw! Did that all really happen, because I'll be mad to the degree where I'll actually be sent to a mental institution. I'll probably give him a paper cut, or steal his library card. Take one of his football socks, or swap his shirt with someone else's. I'm truly an evil genius! Or you could've just kneed him in the groin, or punched his face? My conscious may be right. It will be hilarious to see his beautiful hideous face all ruined! I guess he jut earned himself a spot in the book of, drumroll please....

People I really, really, really, really wanna punch

1. Dylan

2. ARSE

3. Old, mean lady across the street who hears the slightest noice and makes a huge fuss about it. She could hear an ant chewing! Who on Earth has that super hearing ability?! I still think she's an alien 'I want to eat your brains.'

4. Austin

5. Moron that started pickup lines

6. Austin

7.Person who invented chips and the chip bag. I mean why on Pluto would we want a bag that the majority consists out of 93.999999% of air!

8. Austi-

I obscenely bumps into something similar to a concrete wall, and I miraculously trip over thin air falling on top of someone, or something and all my textbooks fall, including the book of 'People I really, really, really wanna punch'

"This is awkward. Not you're awkward, but cause we're...I'm awkward. You're gorgeous. Wait, what?" I stutter at the none other than the great, I mean irrelevant Austin!

"Gorgeous face huh? I knew you couldn't resist!" he smiles at me sending electrics sparks across my body.

"No I did not say that!" I protest.

"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night. Now I'd love to stay in this position with you, but if any of the teachers see us they'll think that you and I are dati-" I cut him off and stand up, fixing my clothes.

Its all his fault! Why did he have to bump into me? I knew that he needed to see an optometrist!

I try to pick up my books, but that wanker bbeats me to it.

"Oh sorry Kitten, didn't see you down there. Too slow!" He says with a smirk plastered on his face. I was about to pick up 'the book', but he was too fast.

"What's this? A diary perhaps? I wonder why my name is there..., Mmhh writing love letters about me already huh Kitten?"

"Give it back you, you...numbskull" I try to reach for it, but he's too tall. I wish that I had longer arms but I know that we will never be never be...... Feels like I'm reaching for the stars But heaven isn't letting me.

"Numbskull? Seriously Kitten? Real cute!" He laughs while tossing the book back and fourth.

I had to get it back, not only did it consist of a list of people I want to punch, but that book was also my diary and it has everything....

"Don't you worry babe, you'll get it back, when you go to that party!" My insides scream! Why me God? Why do I have to deal with such people?

"Oh and by the way, you look hot in black!" He walks off with my diary still in his hand.

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