The Arrangement

Cassie Morris is an aspiring actress, though she struggles to land a successful role. After another failed audition, the role of a lifetime falls into her life. Does she seize the opportunity, finally achieve her lifelong dream even if it goes against every moral she's ever held herself to? Can she handle being attached at the hip to someone she despises?


5. You Really Suck at This

 I felt depressed as I sat on the couch in my living room, flipping through the channels on TV. But there wasn’t ever anything on this late at night, and nothing seemed to catch my attention anyway.


Nancy had already disappeared to her room for the night by the time that I got home. I’m sure she wasn’t asleep, but I didn’t bother trying to coax her out. I didn’t want to deal with her anyway. Sometimes I loved her, and other times I wish I lived by myself. I wished I didn’t need a roommate.


And so thoughts of Justin drifted back to me…


If I pretended to be with him, I wouldn’t need a roommate. I wasn’t sure how much they wanted to pay me, but I’m sure it would be more than enough to pay rent on my own, whether I stayed here or moved somewhere else. I could barely make my half of the rent now.


Financially speaking, it was a great idea. I would be getting paid for doing the thing I loved most, and was best at; acting. I could definitely play the part of his girlfriend. Subtle displays of affection during public events, faking the emotions...I’d be great at it. It would be just another part to me.


But what about my social life? My love life? What if I missed out on someone who really cared about me, and wanted to be with me? And there would be nothing left of my social life that wasn’t dictated by Justin. I would spend my free time at events with him. And even when I was alone, wouldn’t the paparazzi bombard me much like they do Justin? Sure, I wanted to be a famous actr ess, that’s always been my dream...but did I want it to happen like this?


Not to mention the amount of abuse I would endure. I’ve seen how ruthless and just mean that some of his fans were to his previous girlfriends. Could I handle seeing that every time I went online?


I groaned out loud, hoping that if I was loud enough I could drown out the overbearing thoughts. I honestly didn’t know what to do. I climbed off the couch and dragged myself to the kitchen to scrounge for a bottle of wine.




You’re a fucking idiot. You’re a fucking idiot. You’re a fucking idiot. You, sir, are a fucking goddamn idiot.


I  couldn’t stop thinking about what an idiot I had acted like as I sat in my car. I acted like a total jackass. I mean, I am a jackass. But I couldn’t even pretend to be decent.


 “What the fuck am I even doing here?” I muttered to myself as I leaned forward and gazed up at the apartment building. I guess Fredo got her address from her resume or whatever. Him and Scooter bitched me out, telling me to come over here and apologize to her. I don’t remember what I said to her very well, but it must have been bad.


“What the fuck is the point? I don’t even want a girlfriend. Let alone a fake one,” I muttered, tapping nervously on my steering wheel. But for whatever reason, this was important to everyone else.


 Ugh, just get it over with,” I told myself as I climbed out of the car and pulled my hood over my head. “Just get it over with.” 


I trudged up the sidewalk and up the stairs. I pulled my phone out to double check and make sure I had the right apartment. “316,” I muttered to myself, following the signs and reading the numbers on the doors. I turned down a corridor and found number 316, painted on a door in the corner, all by itself. At least I didn’t have to worry about someone seeing me out here, I thought to myself.  


I gave three quick knocks on the door before shoving my hands in my pockets, and keeping my head down. After a few moments, there was no response. I glanced down at my watch, which read 1:24 AM. She’s probably already asleep.


Even so, I would get bitched at more if I told Scooter and Fredo that I didn’t even talk to her, no matter if it’s because she’s asleep. I sighed and raised my fist to knock again, but then the door swung open, making me jump.


“Are you fucking kidding me?” she hissed quietly, nothing but rage in her eyes. She glanced over her shoulder, as if she were looking for something. Or someone. “Are you a fucking idiot?” she spat out at me as she stepped out of the doorway, pulling the door shut behind her. “What if someone saw you here? What if my roommate answered the door?”


I couldn’t help but to laugh as I glanced her over. I was taken by surprise at how frazzled and pissed she was. I also wasn’t sure what I expected...but I definitely didn’t expect her to be in a pair of baggy sweatpants and an old, faded Journey t-shirt. She folded her arms over her chest, suddenly shivering from the breeze.


“Look, I didn’t come all the way over here to be bitched at,” I told her. Before I could continue, she interrupted me.


“Then what did you come here for?” she asked as she glared up at me.


I sighed and looked down at my feet. “I just um...I wanted to apologize,” I said softly. I glanced up to gauge her reaction. Which there was none. She continued to glare at me. She rose an eyebrow as if she were waiting for something. I cleared my throat. I seriously sucked at this. “Look, I um...I’m not gonna lie, I don’t remember what all I said to you earlier. I drank a little too much,” I chuckled. She wasn’t amused though. “But um, I remember you storming out. And the guys said I was a dick so, um...I’m sorry,” I finished with a sigh, finally looking up to face her.


“Thank you,” she finally admitted, though she never dropped her frown. “But that doesn’t mean that I’m gonna agree to’s fucking insane.”


I laughed. “I know. But apparently...the guys think it’s a good idea. That it’s necessary, or whatever,” I muttered. I still didn’t see why we were doing this. “But um...they really like you, so if you could just...reconsider…”


She suddenly laughed, doubling over from laughing so hard. “You really suck at this, you know,” she giggled.


I felt my jaw clench. “Yeah, I get it,” I spat out, only making her laugh harder. I was starting to get frustrated. “Look, I just came to apologize. So, I’m sorry.” With that, I turned back around and ducked my head as I walked back down the corridor.


“Thank you, Justin,” she laughed behind me, but I didn’t stop. This whole thing was fucking bullshit. And I was ready to get the fuck out of here.



Author's note: I hope you guys enjoyed these chapters! I know they were short and mostly just filler chapters, it's about to pick up, I promise! Please leave comments, likes, favorites, whatever it is, I always appreciate feedback! Even if it's to tell me you don't like the way I'm doing something lol, I appreciate it all!

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