Bit Players, Has-Been Actors and Other Posers: A Must-Read for Fans of Glee, High School Musical and Twilight by S. Stevens Page A

against, and stepped away seconds before I doubled over and puked. My stomach cramped, my head spun, and I started sweating in the cool air. I fell to my knees to retch again, unsure if I really heard Nigel mutter a sarcastic “brilliant” or if it was my imagination.
    I definitely heard him say, “Get it all out, Sade,” in a resigned voice.
    “Sadie, oh my God, Sadie,” Adrienne said in an increasingly loud voice. When she reached me, she kneeled on the wet grass and held my hair back. “It doesn’t look like you’re much use, Nigel. I’ll take it from here.” I didn’t understand why she seemed annoyed with Nigel but was too sick to care. Adrienne handed me a tissue to wipe my mouth and helped me stand back up.
    The rest of the night was a blur. Adrienne must have texted her sister to come get us. I vaguely remember Adrienne leading me through Nick’s house, and seeing Alex surrounded by girls who laughed as I went by. And I vaguely remember getting in the car and into Adrienne’s house, where I spent the night.

 
     
    6: Two Stupid Things
     
    “ U GH, DID YOU GET THE NUMBER?” I asked Adrienne in the morning, my dry mouth barely able to form the words.
    She opened one eye from her berth on the other couch in her family room, where we’d crashed after the party. “Feel like a truck hit you?” She smiled. “No, I didn’t get the license plate number, but I’m pretty sure it was an English truck.” She scrambled out of her sleeping bag. “Don’t move yet. It will only make it worse. Let me get you some water, ibuprofen, and dry toast. I think that’s supposed to help.”
    “I don’t deserve you,” I mumbled into the pillow.
    “I know you don’t,” she said good-naturedly, “but you’re in my house so I’ll have to deal with you.” She bounced out of the room, her movements making my head pound. I closed my eyes.
    I must have dozed because it seemed like she was back seconds later.
    “You’re going to have to at least sit up at some point, so you might as well try now.”
    I stalled, picking bits of crusty mascara off my eyelashes. “Where are your parents?”
    “They went shopping. They’ll be out for a while, so it’s safe to show your hangover. Now get up.” She motioned up with her hands.
    A strong urge to pee gave me incentive. I dragged myself off the couch. Once I started moving, I really did feel like I’d been hit by a truck. My stomach muscles ached from the puking, my headache was beyond what I thought a headache could be, and I think even my bones hurt.
    Back in the family room, I sat on the couch and nibbled at toast while Adrienne slurped a bowl of cereal, her straight hair repeatedly slipping out from behind her ear to dangle in the milk.
    “So, how are you feeling?” Adrienne asked. At first, I thought she was giving me a hard time, but one look showed she was genuinely concerned.
    “I’ll be okay, in a few days,” I groaned.
    “I hate to say it but, um, you did bring this on yourself.” I braced myself for a well-deserved lecture, but Adrienne quickly changed the subject. “Anyway, are you really awake now? Because I have two big things to tell you from last night.” She put her empty bowl on the coffee table and wrapped her sleeping bag around her shoulders.
    I nodded.
    “First, Kristina is spreading a rumor that the CDC show isn’t going to happen this year.”
    The thought made my headache jump to a new level. “Hmm?” was all I could muster. I tried to twist my hair into a messy bun so my brain would function better, but that made my shoulders hurt so I stopped, letting my mass of hair fall where it wanted.
    “She heard Ellison and Lord arguing in the principal’s office, and she heard Mrs. Zowicki say ‘This bickering has to stop now, or I’ll put a stop to it myself.’”
    “That doesn’t mean they’re cancelling CDC, though.” I pointed out.
    “There’s more. She also heard something about how it was going to be hard enough to pull