Steal (Seaside Pictures 3)

I’d followed him.

And clung to him.

And he’d been every damn thing.

I don’t think he expected that last song to hit like it did — worldwide phenomenon was what it was.

And suddenly Will was everywhere but by my side.

And I was on set.

The band went on hiatus while Will dealt with even more fame, while he sent his own bandmates to cheer me up when I’d call him in tears.

“Ang!” Jaymeson’s voice pierced through my muddled thoughts, through the memories. Through the other voices that always said that there was a really quick way to fix the hurt in my body, the ache in my bones.

No.

I physically shook my head and took another step, my tennis shoes sunk into the sand as I trounced toward the British accent currently yelling for me to hurry the hell up, toward the same kind makeup artist from the previous day’s work.

“Am I late?” I blinked under my baseball cap in confusion, while Jay’s eyes narrowed in on me, scrutinizing from head to toe. Suddenly, I wished I would have at least tried to do something with myself, I probably looked homeless with my sneakers, boyfriend jeans, and old Yankees shirt. At least my eyes weren’t swollen, right?

Instead, he took a step back, tapped his chin, nodded twice, and said, “Keep it.”

I was way too tired and stressed out for crazy directors. “Keep what, exactly? Help me out, Jay, it’s just after five and I forgot to get coffee.”

He thrust his Starbucks cup in my hand and turned on his heel. “Don’t touch her Gem, she looks perfect for the scene.”

I gaped after him. “Wait, no, Jay, my face—”

He waved without looking back.

The coffee cup was singeing off my fingertips.

What the hell just happened?

I gave Gem a help me look.

She simply winked and went back into the trailer while one of the assistant PAs shoved a few sheets into my hand. “A few changes, nothing much.”

I glanced down.

A few changes, my ass.

There was an entire new scene, new lines, all starring—

I gulped.

No, no, that couldn’t be right.

That wasn’t how the story went.

I’d read the script months ago and it never had a scene where the villain, also known as me, Amy, myself, whatever, breaks down and has a heart to heart then almost jumps into the ocean and drowns herself only to rescue herself at the last minute.

Rescue herself?

How does a person even do that?

The damn chills were back, wracking my body. I quickly took a sip of the coffee and grimaced. Damn it, Jaymeson! Did he really not believe in sugar or creamer? Would probably commit a crime just to snatch one of Zane’s marshmallows.

“He’s been here since last night,” Lincoln’s voice came from my right, scaring the absolute shit out of me. He steadied me on my feet, bracing my shoulders with his hands before looking into my eyes. “You look different.”

I growled, “It’s called no filter jackass.”

“Huh?”

“Makeup isn’t on my face.” I said slowly.

“Whoa!” He held up his hands, flashing me one of his stupid movie star smiles that I’m sure worked one everyone but his sister. “I didn’t say bad different, did I?”

I opened my mouth then closed it.

“You look… innocent,” he finally said, then immediately flushed like he felt guilty for even saying it, probably because of how wrong it fit with the person that I was, the person I would always be.

Angelica Greene, sexpot.

If I got paid every time someone tried comparing me to Lindsay Lohan I’d be able to buy a boat and plan my escape from Seaside — from the world.

“Quiet on the set!” Jaymeson yelled.

I groaned and took another sip of his stupid coffee, why was he giving me coffee anyway?

I didn’t have time to wonder, before Lincoln was nudging me toward the action. My scene was next.

It was the new scene.

The one with all the lines I’d never seen before today.

“Jay wrote this in last night.” Lincoln said quietly while the scene played out in front of us, it was one Jay was actually in since he’d starred in the first one.

Worst idea ever, agreeing to play myself.

When the person that existed a year and a half ago was dead.

I’d killed her before the drugs could.

Maybe that’s what was wrong with me. I’d somehow lost myself in the process of killing off every nasty part, maybe I’d always been bad, maybe nothing was left.

“Relax,” Lincoln said under his breath as people mulled around us, a PA jerked the coffee out of my hand while Jaymeson crooked his finger toward me. “You’re a professional. Besides, how hard can it be playing yourself?”

Not hard at all. I’d been playing myself — acting — my entire life.

I just never imagined that going back to that place, being that person, would have such a negative emotional impact on me.

Or make me realize how horrible of a person I’d been — still was.

Jay barked out instructions about the lighting as sand was piled in front of a little castle made in front of the ocean.

The only thing the scene said I needed to do was kick the castle, fall to my knees, sob a bit, then slowly walk into the ocean, fall again. End scene.

Oh, it also had a little note that there would be a rescue team on site just in case the current took me.

Hah. Hilarious. I’m sure Will would love that.

Speaking of Will…

He was supposed to be on set.

Always the babysitter.

I groaned, read through the scene again, still curious what purpose it served when Jay crooked his finger at me again.

The only reason I was able to put a smile on my face was because I imagined breaking that finger off — God knew it was bound to happen if he kept doing that to me every time he wanted my attention.

“Yeah.” I folded my arms over my chest as the breeze picked up, a cold chill crept down my spine until my teeth started chattering. And of course, it just had to start raining on the day I was supposed to be jumping in the ocean.

“I added the scene.” Jay didn’t smile. Instead, he tilted his head and then blew out a forced breath. “I think it’s going to help the audience empathize with you and your reasons for trying to break up the main characters, I think it also helps them see some closure.”

“Closure?” I repeated. “I don’t understand. Isn’t this taking place at the beginning of the movie? What’s the timeline?” I started searching through the notes, when Jay put his hand over my papers and pushed them down so I had no choice but to look into his eyes.

“This is the opening scene of the movie, Ang.”

My heart dropped. “What? No. No. That makes no sense, this movie isn’t about me, I mean not really.”

“You’re the protagonist. Of course it’s about you. Besides, I decided to go in a different direction.”

“Two days into shooting?” I felt a headache pulse, wrapping its tentacles around my head like a vice. Ah tentacles, just like the ones that belonged to all the squid that were waiting to attack me in the Pacific Ocean.

He shrugged. “I’m the director and producer, plus I know my shit. The writers agreed and have been working on the changes I wanted to make since last night.”

I snorted in disbelief. “So my brother getting punched in the face did what? Dislodged a creative demon that took possession of your brain?”

He smirked, “Something like that, love.”

I gritted my teeth. “It’s a mistake, giving me more lines, more scenes, using me as the opening. People don’t…” I licked my dry lips as more rain smacked against my frozen skin, God it was so embarrassing saying it out loud. “Don’t tank your movie, Jaymeson.”

He looked over my head and crooked his finger at someone else then waved.

I smacked him with my call sheet. “Are you even listening?”

“There she is.” He winked. “Ang, I need you to do something for me.”

Could this day get any worse?

“You mean other than try not to puke over the fact that you’re putting the weight of the movie on my shoulders? Yeah sure, what next? You need a kidney? Two maybe? Because we all know my liver’s probably not a good option.”