shit! She was right. It was Miles – looking unbearably suave in a sharp, gray suit, polished shoes and… very, very blond. He was smiling, although I could tell he was uncomfortable, and he was leaning in toward some size zero airhead who was showing too much of her cleavage – what she had of one. Tramp.
“That’s Lilia Purcell he’s standing next to!”
Jess’s voice was awed.
What? Who? What!
Even I’d heard of Lilia Purcell.
“You didn’t mention anything about this.” Jess’s voice was accusing.
I was too hurt to tell the truth – that I hadn’t known – so I adopted a dismissive tone.
“I wasn’t allowed to say anything. All very hush-hush.”
“So, are they, like, dating?” Jess cut to the chase.
“No!” My voice was too loud, and Jess blinked. “They just met… at some event. Miles is out there auditioning for a film part.”
“Cool! She’s a babe.”
That was Colin’s contribution to a conversation that sliced through me. Why didn’t Miles tell me? Why hadn’t he been in touch again?
Because his life is a damn sight more interesting that yours . I couldn’t help thinking that. Sod it. Sod him.
I made my excuses and left them drooling over the short clip and scanning websites for further information. I didn’t want to know. That was a lie. I did. Very much.
Back home I turned on my laptop and decided to torture myself by Googling everything I could find about Lilia Purcell and watching that clip over and over again.
I scowled at the screen and felt like slamming the laptop shut, unable to bear the way the slut had her arm hooked around Miles’ waist. But taking out my pique on a piece of harmless technology wasn’t really the answer.
Suddenly an email dropped into my inbox. It was from Miles. My stomach jolted pleasantly and I felt like all my innards had been rearranged. I was irritated by my own reaction: Miles isn’t, wasn’t and never would be mine. Get over it!
To: CMilton93
From: Milesb4isleep
Sent: Tuesday 3 PM
Subject: Holy Shit!
Hey hon!
His casual use of that endearment both thrilled me and chilled me.
So I got around to using the email you set up for me. Im here in la-la land hanging out with the rich and famous. Seriously! Can you believe it? Ive attached a foto from last night. My agent got me an invite to this swanky awards thing and it was unbelievable. A real red carpet – the works! You have no idea how short so many famous people are in real life. And the women!
I’m not sure I wanted to read the next sentence.
They take the whole size zero to a new level – there all skin and bone and up close its really unattractive. I wonder if they ever eat? Im starving – there wasn’t any real food at this thing. You would of hated it.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I wondered if he thought I was fat. Well, I was fat – compared to the lollipop-head clones. I hated diets – they made me depressed, and hungry.
Rhonda, my LA agent, made me spend the whole afternoon in a effing beauty salon. Can you believe it?
Not really. He was so beautiful already…
Ive had my first ever manicure…
I’ve never had a manicure…
And they even waxed my bleedin eyebrows!
What?!
But I got a wet shave and hot towels, too, which was flippin fabulous. Oh, and they dyed (sp?) my hair blond. It feels wierd but I dont have to look at myself so Im not gonna stress it.
I could look at him all day.
But the best thing – the most amazing thing – is that I met Lilia Purcell. I had my audition with her. She was a bit of a cold cow at first, but she really liked what I did in the audition and shes told the studio heads that she wants me for the role! Can you believe it?
Yes. Harlot. And I bet that’s not all she wants.
And I really liked Jo-Anne Moody, the director. The whole idea of the makeover was to show that I scrub up okay, I think. If I get this job Ill have to shave every day. What a pain.
Do you shave every day? ;)
Love
“That’s Lilia Purcell he’s standing next to!”
Jess’s voice was awed.
What? Who? What!
Even I’d heard of Lilia Purcell.
“You didn’t mention anything about this.” Jess’s voice was accusing.
I was too hurt to tell the truth – that I hadn’t known – so I adopted a dismissive tone.
“I wasn’t allowed to say anything. All very hush-hush.”
“So, are they, like, dating?” Jess cut to the chase.
“No!” My voice was too loud, and Jess blinked. “They just met… at some event. Miles is out there auditioning for a film part.”
“Cool! She’s a babe.”
That was Colin’s contribution to a conversation that sliced through me. Why didn’t Miles tell me? Why hadn’t he been in touch again?
Because his life is a damn sight more interesting that yours . I couldn’t help thinking that. Sod it. Sod him.
I made my excuses and left them drooling over the short clip and scanning websites for further information. I didn’t want to know. That was a lie. I did. Very much.
Back home I turned on my laptop and decided to torture myself by Googling everything I could find about Lilia Purcell and watching that clip over and over again.
I scowled at the screen and felt like slamming the laptop shut, unable to bear the way the slut had her arm hooked around Miles’ waist. But taking out my pique on a piece of harmless technology wasn’t really the answer.
Suddenly an email dropped into my inbox. It was from Miles. My stomach jolted pleasantly and I felt like all my innards had been rearranged. I was irritated by my own reaction: Miles isn’t, wasn’t and never would be mine. Get over it!
To: CMilton93
From: Milesb4isleep
Sent: Tuesday 3 PM
Subject: Holy Shit!
Hey hon!
His casual use of that endearment both thrilled me and chilled me.
So I got around to using the email you set up for me. Im here in la-la land hanging out with the rich and famous. Seriously! Can you believe it? Ive attached a foto from last night. My agent got me an invite to this swanky awards thing and it was unbelievable. A real red carpet – the works! You have no idea how short so many famous people are in real life. And the women!
I’m not sure I wanted to read the next sentence.
They take the whole size zero to a new level – there all skin and bone and up close its really unattractive. I wonder if they ever eat? Im starving – there wasn’t any real food at this thing. You would of hated it.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I wondered if he thought I was fat. Well, I was fat – compared to the lollipop-head clones. I hated diets – they made me depressed, and hungry.
Rhonda, my LA agent, made me spend the whole afternoon in a effing beauty salon. Can you believe it?
Not really. He was so beautiful already…
Ive had my first ever manicure…
I’ve never had a manicure…
And they even waxed my bleedin eyebrows!
What?!
But I got a wet shave and hot towels, too, which was flippin fabulous. Oh, and they dyed (sp?) my hair blond. It feels wierd but I dont have to look at myself so Im not gonna stress it.
I could look at him all day.
But the best thing – the most amazing thing – is that I met Lilia Purcell. I had my audition with her. She was a bit of a cold cow at first, but she really liked what I did in the audition and shes told the studio heads that she wants me for the role! Can you believe it?
Yes. Harlot. And I bet that’s not all she wants.
And I really liked Jo-Anne Moody, the director. The whole idea of the makeover was to show that I scrub up okay, I think. If I get this job Ill have to shave every day. What a pain.
Do you shave every day? ;)
Love
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