Trevor looked down the hall from the room he was in to see Maggie coming his way. He was still annoyed with her and the shit she pulled. Not only did she screw up his fuck session, but his body somehow turned against him, too. Which was more and more evident as she made her way closer to him. For some fucking reason, his prick hadn’t gotten the message that he wasn’t attracted to someone of her…. physique.

He purposely planned it so as she passed the door, he moved into the hallway. He wasn’t surprised that she nearly collided right into him.

That would’ve been perfect. Her round body rubbing against his as she tried to steady herself, he thought. Wait! What the hell? Stop it for fuck’s sake!

“Maggie,” he sneered, trying to eliminate his previous thought.

He watched her eyes widen in shock for a moment. Recovering quickly, she crossed her arms over her chest, and popped her hip to one side, ready to argue.

Good.

“What do you want?” she scoffed, shifting her balance to her other foot.

He glared at her. What was her damn deal? She was the one who screwed up his day not the other way around. She should be thanking him for not pressing charges.

Now that gave him an idea…

“What’s my deal?” he asked mirroring her stance. He made sure to flex his muscles to appear more dominant. He wanted to intimidate her and more importantly, he wanted to make sure she understood never to come anywhere near him again. The sooner she left, the sooner he could get his body back to its normal behavior.

“Yeah, smartass, that’s what I asked. Or are you really as dumb as you look? Here let me go slower for you. Whhhaatt iiss youuur ddeeaalll? That slow enough for you to comprehend there, jackass?” she hissed.

He was going to strangle her. “My deal is, you need to one: watch where you’re going. You nearly ran me over just now. You could cause serious damage with those hips and thighs.”

“Screw you, asshole. You jumped out in front of me.”

“Second, you need to be thanking me. I could have gotten you arrested for that little stunt you pulled back there.” He smirked, knowing he was right. He also liked the fact his words seemed to take her off guard, if only for a split second.

After a moment, she threw her hands in the air. “For fuck’s sake. Dude, you really are a piece of work, you know that? I’m surprised anyone still wants to work with you at all in this business and let’s not get me started on the fact that you still have women falling all over you with that attitude. If you were my man, I’d have knocked the shit out of you a long ass time ago.” With that, she actually pushed past him. Her hips brushing his as she walked by.

Instantly he felt his dick twitch. Jesus fucking Christ! He turned and followed right behind her. “Trust me, you’d never get a man like me.”

“Ha,” she said shaking her head. He finally caught up with her and was walking alongside her. “Like I’d ever want a man like you. No thanks! I have enough to deal with. I’d never want to deal with someone that cries like a baby when he didn’t get his way. Screw that!”

“I don’t cry-“

“You know,” she said interrupting him. “You’re just pissed because I won.” She stopped walking and turned to look at him. “That’s right, Trevor McCain, I won. You didn’t get to have your way this time and…” She smiled. “I insulted your pecker in front of everyone.”

“Bullshit, Maggie,” he snarled, moving to get closer to her, trying to intimidate her, but the look on her face showed he was failing. “The only reason you think you won is because your little boyfriend pleaded with his dad.”

She rolled her eyes. Which only caused his lower half to take more notice. Why is it that his body loved her little spout of defiance?

“Do you really have nothing better to do than to harass me?” she asked.

“I’m not harassing you, sweetheart,” he spat. “I also don’t see you denying the fact that he’s your boyfriend. What, you fuck him to get this part?”

“What’s your problem, really? You must have no friends and no life if you need to be out here harassing me as I walk to my car to leave. You have got some serious issues.”

“I have friends!” He cringed the second the words came out of his mouth. It’d come out with such desperation he knew she was going to mock him. Yeah, he did have friends… not friends he could trust. But they still would come hang out at this house all the time… drink his booze and eat all his food, and then would leave. But fuck her, they were still his friends.

Instead of doing what he thought she was going to do. She cocked her head slightly to the side, her face washing with a hint of pity.

Hell no! He didn’t need her pity.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said a little more softly. Her words still dripped with disdain but they were no longer venomous.

Oh shit! Backtrack, backtrack!

Not only did she put him in his place she nearly had him all figured out within a matter of minutes. And damned if his dick didn’t like that too. He really needed to see a doctor, before the thing actually fell off.

“Make sure you knock before you open doors next time. With your luck, you’ll piss off someone else and be exiled from all of Hollywood.” With those parting words, he turned on his heel and walked back into the building.

What the hell was that? Maggie thought as she started her car. It was almost as if his last words were meant to be mean and menacing but instead turned out to be a friendly warning.

Nah.

She shook her head. Trevor was just being a dick. Nothing new there. It sucked her image of him was now tarnished.

She’d have to rearrange her fantasies now.

First thing was first when she got home she was burning all of her movies and memorabilia of him.

Burn, baby, burn!

It didn’t matter how attractive Trevor was. How his muscles rippled when he crossed his arms over his chest, or how his gaze could somehow look deep inside of her. Almost as if he was looking into her soul.

Nope.

He was a dickhead. A huge dickhead. Not only did he make fun of her looks -just like everyone else in her life, except Grammie. He did it in front of the whole freaking crew. Then he had the balls to demand she was taken off the film.

Maggie smirked. She was so glad she threw that drink in his face. He deserved it. She snorted, as she pictured his shocked expression again. He was so mad when Matt insisted she stayed to finish out her scene. Trevor looked like such a baby, as he stood in the corner glaring at her the whole time.

“Well, guess what, Trevor?” she said out loud. “You could’ve glared until the cows came home. I still got to finish out my part and there was nothing you could do about it. How you like them apples!”

She looked up to the roof of her car, a triumphant smile on her face. “Universe, I gave you a lot of shit this morning, but honestly today was one of the best days of my life… that is if you take out the whole name calling, getting lost, walking in on Trevor screwing some skank….” She paused. “Actually, we’re gonna say it’s up there in at least my top five. Yeah, top five is good.”

She started to hum and tap her fingers on the steering wheel as she continued on her drive home. No matter what, today was a good day. She was able to show her skills. And if you ask her, she’d say, she was the best damn waitress Hollywood had ever seen.

This was her dream in the making. She finally had a chance to be on a real film set. She acted her butt off and was rewarded. Not only did Danny, but Matt stood up for her.

She did a little jig in her car. They also both said how much potential they could see in her.

That in itself was worth everything she went through today. It was like that little pat on the back saying you didn’t waste your whole life following a dead dream, as her mother called it.

“Dead dream my ass. Take that, Mommy dearest!”

Maggie pulled into her parking spot and made her way up to her apartment.

Her mother had always hated her dream of being an actor. She made it a point every chance she got to mention Maggie was too big and too plain. How Maggie needed to find a real job, and a real career.

In the beginning, her mother tolerated her aspirations until she found out Grammie left all her money to Maggie so she could move to LA and follow her passion.

That had put a damper on their relationship. A huge damper.

The look her mother had given the attorney as he read the will, you would have thought her mother was the one that had died. It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room, as all eyes turned to Maggie.

All Maggie could do was sit there just as shocked as they were. Except after a few minutes she jumped out of her seat and did a little victory dance.

Real mature, she knew, but she didn’t care. She had wasted so much of her life being beaten down. Now in her late twenties, she was putting herself first and following her dreams.

Maggie opened her apartment door and threw her backpack onto the beat-up couch she’d purchased at a thrift shop the first week she moved in.

“Pocket! Mommy’s home.”

Just then a little white and tan Siamese cat came running out to greet her. Meowing, or screaming- as Maggie liked to say, with excitement.

Maggie could swear the cat actually talked to her. She’d read online Siamese cats were very vocal. She hadn’t quite understood how vocal until she actually had one, though.

She named him Pocket after she found him in the pocket of an old coat that was beside the dumpster at her apartment. After a few nights, she understood just how vocal he could get. He started screaming at the top of his lungs to, “let her know he was there”. She could swear sometimes it sounded just like an air raid horn signaling for, “everyone to take cover, he was here.”

Maggie sat down on her couch, Pocket, jumping into her lap. “Did you miss your Mommy?” Maggie scratched under his chin. “I know you missed your Mommy.”

Pocket answered with a meow before curling on her lap purring.

Maggie sat there petting Pocket as she tried to make sense of the day. She couldn’t understand why Trevor had followed her out to her car, or why he was such a jerk.

There was no need for him to continue his tirade. It was clear she was leaving.

Stupid man.

As she replayed the evening she kept stopping at his reaction to the “friends’” comment.

“You know, kitty, don’t get me wrong here, Trevor was still a complete asshat, but it must be hard to make real friends once you make it big in Hollywood.”

The cat opened one piercing blue eye at her and then slowly closed it.

Man, that’s creepy, she thought. It’s like he really understands me and even voices his opinion. Well more like judging...

“Anyway, just think, Pocket, how do you know who your real friends are? How can you be sure they aren’t there to use you, make you spend money on them, or even try to get famous through you?” The cat started to purr louder as he kneaded her thigh. “It doesn’t matter, though. He’s still a jerk for saying I could never get a guy like him. Pssh, like I’d want a man like him anyway.”

She looked from the cat to see the poster of his last movie on her wall.

“Okay, so maybe at one point I would have done anything to have a man like Trevor notice me. That’s what fantasies are about. Right, Pocket?”

The cat once again opened its eye at her, judgingly.

“Okay, okay, up until twelve hours ago I wanted a man like him. Well, actually I wanted him, but that’s beside the point. That ship has sailed. No more Trevor McCain in my life, Pocket. It’s just you and me.”

She pushed Pocket off her lap and headed toward the bathroom. She needed to shower off everything that happened to her today. A good shower always made her feel better. And she needed to be on her “A” game for tomorrow’s auditions.

Right before she made it to her bathroom, she looked over her shoulder at the poster on her wall again. She couldn’t help the feeling of pity that washed over her as she looked at Trevor’s face.