*Dylan's POV*
What the hell?! I had the day off, yet I still have to come into work because some producer from some movie is coming to see if we're a good fit for some movie or something. I still fume as I walk into work that day.
"Morning, Dyl!" Calls my makeup artist, Emmie. She's gorgeous with a great sense of style, flawless makeup, dark brown hair and blue eyes, but I think of her as more of a friend. She's totally into me though.
"Hey," I respond.
I keep walking to set 2 where everyone is and sit down to watch this long day.
Finallllllyyyyyyy! Lunch time comes along and everyone grabs food and sits down at one table. We're all laughing about a joke Tyler Posey made, when I hear voices in the hall. Suddenly, the door opens and there's Jeff standing there. He clears his throat and says,
"Hey everyone, this is America Summers and she'll be hanging around for a little bit. She's a casting director for The Maze Runner." A girl steps out.
My jaw falls open, the Tyler's eyes goes huge and Colton whistles. Damn. She's gorgeous. Even more so then Holland, Crystal, Emmie, anyone I've ever seen. She has long, curly, light brown and blonde hair, hazelish/brown eyes and a huge smile. Her gaze sweeps around the room and lands on us. I like to think her gaze lingers on me, but what chance do I have, honestly? There's at least 3 other hot guys in this room, and honestly I'm not attractive. Oh shit, I think. She's walking toward us.
"AMERRRICCCAAA!!!" I hear Crystal scream. The two run toward each other and give each other a hug. Crystal turns and says, "America and I were best friends for a long time, I mean like we knew each other since we were born. Anyways, we lost touch and I haven't seen her for like 4 years."
As she walks I notice she's wearing soccer sweats, a tight Nike athletic shirt and running shoes. Her hair is in a long, high ponytail. Colton is staring right at her chest, and honestly, now that I look, I can see why. I slap him, and he just grins at me. She's wearing a backpack and she grabs something out of it as she walks. Damn. True talent. She walks over to the table and looks unsure about where to sit. Holland pats a seat next to her, and Amelia sits down across from me. She sets a clipboard down and takes a couple papers off of it.
She hands one to T-Pose and says, "Can you take one and pass it around to every guy? So hey, like Jeff said my name is America and yep I'm a casting director for Maze Runner and currently we have everyone casted except for the main character, a teenager boy named Thomas. Some of the other main characters are being played by Will Poulter and Thomas Brodie-Sangster." Crystal starts freaking out when she hears that name. America laughs and ohmigosh, it's the most fucking beautiful thing you've ever heard.
"Sorry Crystal, we only need a guy." Crystal sighs and shakes her head.
"Hey so can I get all you guys to fill out this form, if you're interested that is, so that way I can get in touch with you."
Colton leans over to me and says, "Even if I don't make it can I still keep in touch with her... you know what I mean," he says as he winks.
"Ew. Bastard," I reply.
"C'mon, you were thinking it too."
I fill out the form and hand it to America, my knee brushing hers. She glances up, looks at me weirdly and looks down.
"Sorry," I say as I move it away not wanting to disturb her.
Couple minutes later, my knee drifts back to her and I don't move it, wanting to see what she'll do. She glances up and I wink. She smiles and I can feel my heart flutter.
"Can you pass back the form if you're done?" America asks. Four forms come back. Mine, Colton's, and Tyler P. and Tyler H.
"Thanks. I'll give you a call for setting up an audition time."
As she packs up her stuff, Colton offers to walk her to the door. I excuse myself to the bathroom, but in reality I just want to spy. They walk toward the exit and she's about to walk out when he grabs her hand and spins her around. He takes her backpack off of her and presses her against the wall.
"What the hell?" she asks as she struggles to get away. Colton keeps his hands pressed above her shoulders and moves closer, pressing his hips to hers.
"Let me go!" she says.
"Hey baby... I was thinking, how free are you this Saturday?" I'm about to go out there when I hear her start to talk.
"I have casting stuff to do and no way in hell am I going to make time for a motherfucker like you, you piece of shit," she responds. I laugh to myself. This girl can bring some heat.
She presses her hips to his, moves it against the wall, and uses the force to knock him off balance. With that she knees him in the stomach, and as he crouches down, slaps him.
"Leave me alone you creep," she says as she walks toward her backpack. She picks up her backpack, pulls out his form and rips it a bunch of pieces and lets it rain on him.
"Go to hell," she says and walks out the door. I run after her.