ALEX: What do you want?

ETHAN: shoves Alex into locker
Oh, nothing. I just enjoy seeing losers like you afraid.

Alex: I'm not afraid of you. I understand. You have a small dick and need to take it out on someone. No big.... Literally.

ETHAN: You think you're funny, huh?

Raises fist, about to punch Alex.

Alex: Squeezes eyes shut, shrieking to herself.

JAYDEN: Hey! Stop!

Runs up to Ethan, grabbing his arm to stop him from hitting Alex.

Freeze- frame and Alex's voice over begins.

Alex: And that's how we met.

I drop my script, sighing in frustration. I can't practice by myself! Rehearsals are in two months! I can't memorize my lines without practicing with someone else.

Maybe that isn't the problem.

Oh fuck.

It's been three days since my date with Jared, and I'm already needy for him.

Fuck.

I pick up my phone, staring at his contact. Should I call him?

No.

It's only been three days. I don't want to drive him away by constantly bothering him. I'll just have to practice on my own.

***

Okay, three pages memorized! I got this.

No I don't.

I really want to see him.

Maybe if I just text him my mind will shut up and I can focus. 

You: Hey, J!

Delivered 11:30 am
Seen 11:31 am

Jared: Hey :) What's up?

You: Nothing. Just bored. Trying to get this damn script memorized.

Delivered 11:34
Seen 11:34

Jared: Wanna practice together?

Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my god yes!

You: Sure.

Delivered 11:35
Seen 11:35

Jared: Okay. I'll pick you up in 20 minutes.

I put my phone down, excitement rushing through my veins.

Leave me alone. I just really want to see him.

I run upstairs into my room, changing out of the sweatshirt he gave me (yes, I wore it for three days. Leave me alone.) into an oversize crop top with an alien on it and a pair of black ripped skinny jeans.

Oh god.

Realization hits me like a ton of bricks.

I'm going to Jared Leto's house.

Jared. Leto's. House.

I throw on a pair of converse and go back downstairs, filling Tink's food bowl quickly.

Soon enough, I hear honking from outside my house. I grab ny phone and keys before running out to his car.

"Hey." I greet as I slide in.

"Hey. You look nice." He smiles.

"Thanks. You too." I reply while clicking my seatbelt.

"So, what've you been up to?" He asks while starting to drive away from my house.

"Why, did you miss me?" I smirk.

He glances over at me, flashing me another smile, "Kinda."

"I missed you too," I smile while poking his arm, "and to answer your question, all I've been doing is trying to memorize the script. I have a hard time memorizing unless I work with someone else."

"Well, you got me."

***

A set of gates open and we pull into his driveway. I've seen pictures of his house online, and my god it's fucking huge in person!

"Jesus..." I say under my breath, staring at the white mansion.

He parks the car and we get out.

"Yo, Shannon!" Jared calls. I look over and see Shannon Leto playing basketball with somebody I don't know.

Shannon runs over, "What's up?" He cheers, out of breath with sweat dripping down his face.

"Shan, this is Y/N." Jared introduces me to him.

We shake hands and I internally scream, "Hi." I say.

"Nice to meet you." He replies with a smile.

"We're just gonna head inside and practice lines." Jared tells him before he returns to his basketball game.

Jared leads me inside, and I'm amazed by his house. The white walls are lined with various paintings. The shiny marble floor is so clean you can see your reflection. The place is huge.

"Do you live here by yourself?" I ask, my eyes scanning everything.

Jared takes his coat off and hangs it up, "Yep. I'm not always alone here though. Shan comes over pretty much everyday with our other friend Tomo to work on music, and I have a housekeeper come by twice a week. If I'm really lazy, I have a cook come by too."

I stare at him, "Give me your life." I joke.

He laughs, taking my hand and leading me into his living room.

"So, shall we start practicing?" He asks while picking up his script.

***

Jared and I practice up until scene seven. We didn't practice the kissing between characters yet. Both of us agreed that we need to take our time with that kind of thing.

Jared went into the kitchen to get us some drinks, and while he does so, I keep reading through the script.

My eyes go wide, and I drop the script, my hands beginning to shake.

Jared walks back into the room and immediately notices my distress, "Y/N, what's wrong?" He sets the drinks down and sits next to me.

I stare up at him, my nerves running wild, "Our characters have a sex scene."