The Ex Best Friend

Chapter 17

“But –”

“No.”

Yes, my mind said, because inside I wanted to talk to him. But when did what I want ever matter to him?

“I just –”

“No.” Yes.

“Jessica,” he pleaded.

“I said no, Jake. Now, if you don’t mind, I have to get going,” I told him.

Jake sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay. I’ll see you later, I guess.”

He walked back into his office, and his door closed quietly after him. Letting out a big sigh, I examined the box of chocolates, which I now know was from Jake. In a sudden movement, I tossed all it contents into the trash can underneath my desk and threw the box into the recycling bin.

Hopefully, I wouldn’t see him later.

*

A few hours later, I found myself sitting in a tall chair, with about 3 people huddled over me. One was tugging at my hair, straightening, frizzing, and doing a whole bunch of other stuff that I was sure weren’t good for my hair. Another was busy swiping all sorts of make-up onto my face. And the last one was plucking at stray hairs that “didn’t need to be there and were ruining my complexion”. It was very frustrating. All 3 of them constantly bickered about getting in each other’s ways, especially the make-up person and the hair plucking person; every time a hair was pulled out I winced in pain, causing the make-up person to make a slight mistake. Finally, after what seemed like hours of hard work at a master piece (says the people working on me; I call it painful torture), a small peppy girl with a clipboard ran into the room.

“5 minutes,” she shouted, then quickly ran away again.

I wished she didn’t come in and say that, because now, it seemed like all hell broke loose. All around me, people were shouting.

“Are you in your first outfit?”

“Is her make-up done?”

“Where are her shoes?”

“Oh my God, where is her rack of outfits?”

“Somebody call the director here!”

In the midst of all the chaos, I managed to slip off my chair and out the room. I was already dressed in my first outfit and my shoes were on my feet. My face was done, my hair was done, my legs were done, and my arms were done. Everything was done, so I had no worries. All around me people were panicking, and that didn’t help at all to my nervousness.

“Psst, Jessica!” somebody whispered.

I turned to see Stacy and Jenna peeking from behind a curtain.

Smiling, I walked up to them. “What are you guys doing? You’re not allowed backstage!”

Jenna rolled her eyes. “Since when were you a law abiding citizen? Besides, we wanted to see you before everyone else saw you.”

“Yeah,” Stacy added. “You look so gorgeous!”

“You think so?” I asked nervously. “I mean, it doesn’t look like it’s too much?”

“No, no,” Stacy and Jenna both said.

“It’s perfect,” Stacy added.

I smiled and felt my body slack a bit in relief. “Thanks guys.”

They looked around worriedly, then back at me.

“Okay, listen, we gotta go,” Jenna told me quickly. “But good luck!”

“Yeah, thanks! Go, go.” I quickly closed the curtains again and walked away as if nothing happened.

Reassurance from Jenna and Stacy made me feel a bit better. I was still nervous – of course I was nervous. I had never done this before, and the only real experience I had was the final run through of the show. Other than that, the only practicing I did was just in front of Jake, with no one else. Compared to today, that was nothing. There were probably thousands of people out there, and I had to face all of them. Not once, not twice, but multiple times, wearing a skimpy outfit, in skyscraper tall heels. The thing that rattled me the most was the fact that the people out there probably wanted me to feel. That’s the thing about people watching you perform. They watch you to fail.

I wandered around the set aimlessly. Five minutes seemed like a long time.

Standing in a corner, I saw Michaela and Scarlet (what was she doing here?) talking animatedly in a corner. I kept staring at them until Scarlet looked over and caught my eye. She gave me a dirty look before turning back to Michaela, with a new wicked smile on her face. Deciding not to waste my time on them, I looked away and began to walk somewhere else, conveniently bumping into somebody.

“Oh, shoot, I’m so sorry,” I said, smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress. I stopped my dress-smoothing to see who exactly I had bumped into. And obviously, it was Jake. Why does he have to show up everywhere I am?

“It’s okay,” he said.

I nodded once, then started to walk around him. His hand grabbed my wrist and I stopped dead in my tracks.

“What, Jake?” I snapped.

Jake gulped and his eyes darted around my face. He looked like he was about to jump into a pit of lions.

“Listen, Jessica. No just hear me out first,” he added quickly, after I opened my mouth to speak. “I’ve been thinking all day.”

“Well that’s a first,” I mumbled.

Jake smiled at my remark and continued, “And I realized something.”

I looked at him blankly.

“That I didn’t…realize before,” he said slowly, looking for a reaction.

“And what’s that?” I asked impatiently.

“Well,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Jessica –”

Before he was able to finish his sentence, the same peppy girl from beside snatched me away. “What are you doing?! We’re about to start in like 5 seconds and you’re up first! Go, go, go!”

I felt myself being pushed to the front of the line. Looking around for Jake, I saw him being ushered out and past the curtains by Scarlet, who threw me a triumphant look over her should. Whatever, I thought. She can have him.

Beside me, a techie patted me on the shoulder and began counting down with his fingers. 3…2…1.

Music started blaring outside, and lights flashing everywhere. The faint sound of the emcee’s voice started and I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to go.

“Good luck,” an icy voice behind me, who I recognized was Michaela’s, said. “You’re going to need it.”

Taking a deep breath, I nodded at the techie beside me, who just signaled me to go. My feet moved automatically in front of me and I tried to remember to do all the small things that Jake said. Michaela was right. I was going to need all the luck in the world to get me past tonight. 

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