please chop off the rest."
Tabloids loved to write about her and her friends, and Sophie had lived in the small bubble where everyone supposedly loved her. But that wasn’t the truth, was it? Her world was cutthroat and full of backstabbing. And online… Christ, she'd never been so ridiculed.
Some prayed for her.
Most called her nasty things.
Because I'm fucking nasty .
Nausea won, and Sophie bolted for the bathroom.
*
She spent the entire evening lurking and reading what people thought of her. She also went over walls and feeds that belonged to her friends, and nothing had really changed, except…something had.
She wasn’t popular at all.
Not long ago, she would've brushed it off and said haters were gonna hate. Everyone was just jealous, but they fucking weren't.
"Oh God." She covered her face, unable to stop crying. Of course, this was the moment the phone in her room rang. Like she was in any kind of state to take a phone call. " Ugh ." She sniffled and wiped her nose, reaching for the phone on her nightstand. "H-Hello?"
"It's Tennyson."
"Oh. Hi." Sophie swallowed her nausea and checked the time, seeing it was well past nine. He'd probably gone through the second-unit dailies by now. "What's up?"
"I just got off the phone with Noah, and we're gonna keep an eye on the weather. If it's the same as today, you'll reshoot your scene with Kelly tomorrow."
Sophie's heart sank and her face fell. "It wasn’t good enough," she said quietly. "I get it."
Of course it wasn’t good enough. This was her.
There was a pause before Tennyson replied. "It was good up until the end," he told her, slightly gentler now. "But I need more defeat when you stare out at nothing. Your sister's given up, and she was your last hope. This is where you realize you're on your own."
Sophie nodded numbly, even though he couldn’t see it. Defeat, she could do. It was all she felt at the moment. "Defeat. Copy that."
She ended the call and stared unseeingly, ironically how she'd be looking all vacant in her scene. Then there was a knock on her door, and it was Daniel. Sophie kept staring. Another round of tears welled up, but she felt completely empty. Empty and crushed.
Concern flashed in Daniel's eyes as he crossed the room and sat down next to her. "I'm sorry, darling."
Sophie shrugged and wiped her cheeks. "It's okay. I deserved to see it."
Because I'm only good for spreading my legs and using my dad's credit card.
Now the hurt reappeared. A wall of pain smashed right into her, and she fell apart, not caring Daniel saw her. She had turned into a monster.
"Oh, Sophie…" Daniel scooted close and held her, murmuring into her hair. "We can fix this, you know. It doesn’t have to be like this."
"How?" she sobbed. "I'm fucking useless."
" No ." He cupped her cheeks and stared at her. "You're not. You just gotta lay off the diva business. It's not who you really are, and I think it's time you showed everyone that."
She sniffled some more and whimpered. "I don’t know what to do."
"I'll help you."
Chapter 5
The following night, Tennyson wrapped up, feeling satisfied about the day. Exhaustion had set in hours ago, but it didn’t touch him—even at four in the morning.
Claire and Chris's scenes were going tremendously well, and the raw footage Noah had sent of the reshoot in Denver was exceptional. Additionally, thanks to the reshoot, he'd dodged dinner with Sophie.
Although, right this moment, he was awfully pleased with her.
He didn’t know what kind of pep talk Sophie had given herself, but the scene had improved remarkably. Her character exuded defeat and pent-up anger; it had practically radiated off the screen.
When they returned from Denver tomorrow morning, Tennyson would make sure to tell Sophie she'd done a good job and, most importantly, keep it up .
He went to bed in a good mood and slept peacefully.
Until he was woken up way too early the next morning. He blinked sleepily, wondering if he'd imagined
Tabloids loved to write about her and her friends, and Sophie had lived in the small bubble where everyone supposedly loved her. But that wasn’t the truth, was it? Her world was cutthroat and full of backstabbing. And online… Christ, she'd never been so ridiculed.
Some prayed for her.
Most called her nasty things.
Because I'm fucking nasty .
Nausea won, and Sophie bolted for the bathroom.
*
She spent the entire evening lurking and reading what people thought of her. She also went over walls and feeds that belonged to her friends, and nothing had really changed, except…something had.
She wasn’t popular at all.
Not long ago, she would've brushed it off and said haters were gonna hate. Everyone was just jealous, but they fucking weren't.
"Oh God." She covered her face, unable to stop crying. Of course, this was the moment the phone in her room rang. Like she was in any kind of state to take a phone call. " Ugh ." She sniffled and wiped her nose, reaching for the phone on her nightstand. "H-Hello?"
"It's Tennyson."
"Oh. Hi." Sophie swallowed her nausea and checked the time, seeing it was well past nine. He'd probably gone through the second-unit dailies by now. "What's up?"
"I just got off the phone with Noah, and we're gonna keep an eye on the weather. If it's the same as today, you'll reshoot your scene with Kelly tomorrow."
Sophie's heart sank and her face fell. "It wasn’t good enough," she said quietly. "I get it."
Of course it wasn’t good enough. This was her.
There was a pause before Tennyson replied. "It was good up until the end," he told her, slightly gentler now. "But I need more defeat when you stare out at nothing. Your sister's given up, and she was your last hope. This is where you realize you're on your own."
Sophie nodded numbly, even though he couldn’t see it. Defeat, she could do. It was all she felt at the moment. "Defeat. Copy that."
She ended the call and stared unseeingly, ironically how she'd be looking all vacant in her scene. Then there was a knock on her door, and it was Daniel. Sophie kept staring. Another round of tears welled up, but she felt completely empty. Empty and crushed.
Concern flashed in Daniel's eyes as he crossed the room and sat down next to her. "I'm sorry, darling."
Sophie shrugged and wiped her cheeks. "It's okay. I deserved to see it."
Because I'm only good for spreading my legs and using my dad's credit card.
Now the hurt reappeared. A wall of pain smashed right into her, and she fell apart, not caring Daniel saw her. She had turned into a monster.
"Oh, Sophie…" Daniel scooted close and held her, murmuring into her hair. "We can fix this, you know. It doesn’t have to be like this."
"How?" she sobbed. "I'm fucking useless."
" No ." He cupped her cheeks and stared at her. "You're not. You just gotta lay off the diva business. It's not who you really are, and I think it's time you showed everyone that."
She sniffled some more and whimpered. "I don’t know what to do."
"I'll help you."
Chapter 5
The following night, Tennyson wrapped up, feeling satisfied about the day. Exhaustion had set in hours ago, but it didn’t touch him—even at four in the morning.
Claire and Chris's scenes were going tremendously well, and the raw footage Noah had sent of the reshoot in Denver was exceptional. Additionally, thanks to the reshoot, he'd dodged dinner with Sophie.
Although, right this moment, he was awfully pleased with her.
He didn’t know what kind of pep talk Sophie had given herself, but the scene had improved remarkably. Her character exuded defeat and pent-up anger; it had practically radiated off the screen.
When they returned from Denver tomorrow morning, Tennyson would make sure to tell Sophie she'd done a good job and, most importantly, keep it up .
He went to bed in a good mood and slept peacefully.
Until he was woken up way too early the next morning. He blinked sleepily, wondering if he'd imagined
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