Chapter 68

“You are this donut,” Callie said to me, waving her donut in my face. “What? No, I’m not.” “You have about as much emotion as this donut,” she pointed out. “Completely empty in the middle.” “I’m not an actress like you are,” I laughed, tossing the script beside me on the bed. “Cut!” director Melissa yelled from across the room where she was using my computer. We were at my house and I was running lines with Callie for her audition. It was Friday and instead of going to the party, they had come over to my house. Ashton had made sure to properly ignore me at school for the rest of the week. It felt like we had gone back to square one, although when thinking about it, square one wasn’t this bad. Ashton used to talk to me, albeit to make fun of me, but at least then he had acknowledged that I was there. Now there was nothing. “Liz!” Callie yelled at me. “You’re spaced out again.” I blinked, coming out of my daze.