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"An empress does not concern herself with the antics of fools."
Gabrielle Union
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A week later

Margot

Abel Fox, a heavily built man in his late twenties, is said to be one of the most influential, wealthy and popular actor in America. He can also be said to be handsome. In fact, he was among the top 30 most handsome actors last year.

However, Abel Fox is an incorrigible asshole. And he happens to be my co-star for the movie I am now heading to the shoot. Although he has never been an asshole to me but at the same time, we've never acted together. As a matter of fact, I've only met him once at a social gathering.

So why did I call him an asshole?

Because actresses who are acquaintances of mine that have one time or the other been on the screen with him told me so.

And why do I believe them?

Cause I don't get acquainted with liars. Period.

"What's bugging your burgers?" Maria asks, sinking her teeth into the hamburger she's presently holding in the right hand as she swerves to the right lane with the left. "Mu phun unphenshid," she adds, her voice muffled.

"What?" She signals for me to wait for her to swallow the content in her mouth. "I said 'No pun intended.' You know when I asked you what's bugging your burgers and then I was eating hamburgers."

I chuckle. Maria and strange usage of words are like Siamese twin.

"Oh, well then, no eating while driving," I tell her, snatching the hamburger from her.

"And no thinking while heading to a movie shoot," she says smugly.

"Haha, very funny."

"So, what's the matter?" she questions again, glancing at me before concentrating on driving.

"Nothing serious, actually. It's just that the things I've heard about this co-star of mine aren't good." I say, twirling my curls with my index finger.

"Things like what?" Maria inquires.

"Like he's arrogant and also an asshole actor."

"Don't worry, If he's an asshole actor, you are a crazy actress," Maria says, like as if me being a crazy actress is the solution to all problems.

"Haha, very funny."

"That seems to be your favourite word for today, seeing as you've used it twice in two minutes." I shake my head and relax as I listen to Chris brown's 'Loyal' coming from the car's stereo.

Yeah, Maria and I made up. She had come over to my place the second day after the incident and had almost drowned me in the ocean of 'Sorrys' and 'I love yous'.

*****

We've been acting together for the past twenty minutes and Abel, so far hasn't shown any sign of being an asshole. In fact, he seems pretty cool.

Untill a hand slaps my behind!

"Was that in the script?" I ask, calmly. He signals to the crew to 'cut' but right now, I don't really care. If they want they can add our conversation to the movie. It's none of my business.

"What are you talking about?" Abel asks, cocking an eyebrow and I know for certain the idiot knows exactly what I am talking about.

"I said was it in the script, you know, when you slapped my ass, were you supposed to? Cause I saw nothing like that when I was going through the script."

He scrunches up his face in fake confusion that would have looked real had I not been an actress too. Then, as if suddenly realizing what I was talking about, he exclaims, "Oh, you mean the ass pat?"

I give him a 'Are you crazy?' look "Ass what?"

"Ass pat," he repeats, like as if that's the most sensible word ever. "I sometimes divert from the script to make things more interesting."

"Such as giving me an ass pat?" I question sarcastically. However, it seems the numbnuts doesn't know the meaning of sarcasm as he gives me a look that says 'Now, you get it'

"What's going on?" the director, Mr. Max inquires, moving towards us. "Thought you wanted to clear up something in the script but seems you guys are nowhere near done yet."

"Good thing you are here, Mr. Max because I was about to give this dumb fuck," Abel's eyes widens at that, "a speech that will change his life, and trust me, not for the better."

"Miss. Johns, do you realize you just called an influential top star a dumb fuck?" Dumb fuck Abel asks, pointing to himself. More crew members are starting to gather around us now, in curiosity.

"Miss Johns, tell me what happened? And please no more swearing," Mr. Max warns, at least there's a sensible male here.

"Without telling me beforehand, Mr. Abel Fox here decided to change 'he holds her hand' which was originally in the script to 'he pats her ass' and when I ask him why, he tells me," I mimic Abel's voice, "I sometimes divert from the script to make things more interesting." This causes the crew members to laugh. "For goodness sake, that scene isn't even meant to be romantic."

This is when Abel decides to open the trash can he calls a mouth. "Why are you acting like one whose husband's gonna kill her cause she got an ass pat from a fellow actor, huh?"

"And why are you acting like one who's gonna end up in the hospital if I decide to throw a punch," I retort, getting close to him. The crew members hail me at this while Abel just huffs and puffs. Haha! the weakling.

"Miss Johns, I don't think it has to come to throwing punches. It seems to me Mr. Fox was just joking with you," Mr. Max says.

Lesson of the day: Don't judge hastily.

You know when I said earlier that the director was sensible, kindly help me scratch that.

He is not!

With my best sarcastic smile, I say, "Mr. Director, would you see it as a joke if a guy were to give your daughter," with an air quote, I say, "'an ass pat' without her consent?"

His eyes widen, surprised at my question.

"You know what? Find another actress for this movie. I'm done here!" I yell.

"It was just a pat on the ass for fuck sake," someone says, in a whisper, thinking I wouldn't hear.

But guess what?

I fucking did!

"Who the fuck said that?" No one answers.

Then, angrily taking the damn blue shoes off, I start to yell, "Fuck who ever said that!" I throw the first shoe in the general direction of the room as I make my way towards the door and because I am an angry crazy girl, I haul some more insults, "Fuck the director! Fuck the producer! Fuck the scriptwriter! Fuck all of you!" I throw the second shoe and then see Maria running after me. "Maria, get me the fuck out of here before I murder someone." I shout as I finally reach the exit.

Shoeless, I stomp to where my car is parked, Maria following closely.

"So where are we going?" Maria asks as she starts to drive away from the location while I ride shotgun.

"Home," I state simply.

Then, taking my cellphone out of my purse, I switch it on. On the group chat Jules created for the three of us, I type, 'Shoot canceled..Wanna hit the club tonight?'

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