Envious // Leo Howard

•02•

*Slight emotional abuse*

It's been a week since the audition. I was starting to become doubtful I even made it as an extra. Nicole got a call about being an extra for Kickin' It, which she gladly took. However, my call remained absent.

I was in the garage punching a dummy, similar to the ones on Kickin' It, when my phone rang. Desperate for it to be a Disney official, I picked it up. "Hello? Is this Sasha Clearwater?" the voice asked once I picked up.

"Yes sir," I confirmed. Noticing his lower voice, I assumed the voice was a male's.

"Wonderful! I'm Jim O'Doherty, the producer of the hit Disney XD show, Kickin' It," the voice informed me. No fucking way. "Have you heard of it?"

"Yes, I have. It's my favorite show actually," I admitted.

"Oh really? Well, we have concluded that your audition was the best by far, so we are offering you the role of Quinn Crawford, Kim's cousin from Massachusetts," Jim told me. My mouth was agape. "I would've called earlier but we misplaced your information. Fortunately, I had the information backed up on my hard drive. Sorry."

"No that's completely fine. A busy man like you would have to have superpowers to keep your papers in order. I'm a normal student and I always misplace my book reports," I joked.

"She's perfect," I heard a female voice cheer on the other line which sounded oddly familiar.

"Did I mention that you're on speaker?" Jim sheepishly asked.

"Now you did," I answered.

"So, what d'you say? Would you like to fulfill the role as Quinn?" Jim asked.

"I'd be dumb to say no! Thank you so much!" I squealed.

"Perfect! I read your resume and it says you are a level 10 gymnast and are a 2nd degree black belt, correct?" Jim asked.

"Yes sir," I nodded, despite him not being able to see it.

"So I'm assuming you won't need any karate training other than the usual advancements?"

"Yep," I agreed.

"Awesome! Well, I'll e-mail you the time and place we're gonna meet so you can receive your schedule and script. Have a good day!"

"You too. And again, thank you so much," I beamed.

"No problem. See ya later, kiddo," Jim said before hanging up. I haven't even met the guy and I already feel trusting towards him. I rushed out of the garage to the kitchen where my family was.

"Ugh. Sasha, go shower. You reek," Nicole grimaced.

"No time for that! I just got a call from Jim O'Doherty and-"

"-let me guess. You got the part of an extra," Nicole sighed. "I did too, so don't sweat it."

"No, I didn't get the part as an extra. I got the part of Quinn Crawford!" I exclaimed. The reactions weren't what I was expecting. Nicole went pale, her eyes burning the plate in front of her. My mom looked horrified and Aunt Cherry looked livid.

"You know how badly Nicole wanted to be Quinn! Why would you take it?!" Aunt Cherry screeched.

"Nicole's gotten to be roles I've wanted before! I finally got a role I wanted and you can't be happy for me?!" I asked angrily.

"Sasha Victoria Clearwater! I raised you better than that! Don't scream at Aunt Cherry!" my mom joined in.

"Forget it guys. She won't have the role for long anyway. She'll have it for one episode than she'll be dropped. But as an extra I'll be staying for the rest of the show," Nicole smirked deviously at my defeated face.

"She's right. I'll never outrank her," I mumbled sadly before rushing upstairs to shower and get ready for bed, despite it only being 7:30pm. However, I was doing all of this cheerfully. Acting can have its advantages. And faking sadness to not get berated by your family is one of them.

—•••—

The e-mail told me to meet them at Hollywood Center Studios, set 3 at noon, an hour before the extras meet the cast. Since it was 11:00am now, and I wanted to get there early, I was getting ready. I was planning on leaving around 11:30am, so I only had half an hour to finish up.

I put on a cropped army hoodie with black leggings and black adidas. To finish off the look I put my brown hair in a messy bun, flyaways falling near my hazel eyes. I don't do makeup, which isn't a problem considering I have pretty fair skin so I don't have to cover up pimples or zits.

"Mom! Aunt Cherry! Can someone please drive me to Hollywood Center Studios?" I called out into the seemingly empty house. I noticed a note on the island in the kitchen. I picked it up reading:

Sasha,
  me, Aunt Cherry, and Nicole are out shopping at the mall to lift Nicole's spirits. You crushed her dream, so you cannot come. My credit card is in my desk if you need money on set. Don't use it unless you have to. Break a leg, literally,
          Kristy

Ouch. She didn't even sign it as 'mother'. But I'm used to it. Sometimes, when my mom has to leave for work early, she leaves me notes like these on my beside table to wake up to. I don't know what I did to make her hate me so much, but here we are.

I sighed, grabbing my mom's credit card from her desk. I grabbed my headphones, phone, bag, and longboard so I could board to the studio. I'm not a skater girl, I'm just able to skate. I'm not good at tricks though.

I arrived at the studio around 11:45am, giving me enough time to look around for Jim. Unfortunately, I'm not exactly sure what he looks like, so wish me luck. I walked up to the security guard who eyed me up and down. "Name?" he asked gruffly.

"Sasha Clearwater," I replied.

"ID?" he asked. I pulled it out of my bag, handing it to him. He nodded, handing me back my card, allowing me into the building. Once I entered, I immediately recognized a familiar blonde. Olivia Holt.