A few hours later I woke up (in my room, thankfully) and started moving about to get myself ready for the day.
Shower, check. Bagel, check. Pills, check.
I swept my white-blonde hair into a ponytail and, grabbing my duffel bag, sighed.
It was going to be an awkward day. The benefit (if you could call it that) of my condition was that I usually only terrorized people I didn't know.
But then....being trained by Sutton was too big an opportunity to pass up, and I couldn't let something stupid like my own self-consciousness get in the way of my future.
I made up my resolve, pulled on my flats and left the apartment to catch my bus.
"So you've actually decided to show up."
I sent Sutton a glare in my mind and threw my duffel bag down.
"As a matter of fact, I have, sunshine." I replied coolly, "Now can we get a move on or are you just going to waste my time?"
He smiled a ghost of a smile for a split-second. My heart stopped beating for that second.
"You took the words straight out of my mouth."
After a good three hours' worth of having my every flaw pointed out, I excused myself for a lunch break. To be honest I needed some time away from my new detail-crazy trainer.
I had to admit, he knew his stuff. In those few hours I had learned more than I had in the past month. It didn't help that he also expected me to grip new concepts in record times, but the pressure had forced me to perform better than I thought I could.
If I managed to stand him until the official auditions, I was sure to land a part.
If I managed to.
"That'll be $5.47, ma'am."
I fished around my purse for the money, counting as I threw it haphazardly onto the counter. Five cents short. These stupid bistros, with their sandwiches rivaling gas prices.
I allowed an annoyed noise to escape my lips as I continued my search, but had to look up in surprise when a nickel landed in my money pile.
"You can keep your five cents." I glowered, hoping to god I could find some change to replace his generous donation.
"No, I couldn't possibly accept."
"Think of it as a gift."
"Well, I'm returning to sender."
"For crying out loud," the clerk interjected, "Just let your boyfriend pay before I lose any more customers!"
I narrowed my eyes but Sutton was smirking triumphantly.
"You heard the man."
"Give me the damn sandwich." I muttered, grabbing my prize and storming out of the place.
I sat down on a bench a block down, biting into the food viciously.
"You're going to hurt yourself if you keep eating like that."
My eyes were on the verge of exploding out of my head.
"How the hell did you get here?"
Sutton was still smirking.
"I grew up in Chicago, Abromovich. I know these streets like the back of my hand."
"Well clearly you don't know how to fuck off." I muttered.
"Oh, nothing." I smiled maliciously, "Just talking to myself."
"Is that another of your psychotic tendencies?"
I couldn't help myself. I threw the sandwich at him.