Page 115 of Method Acting

“Oh my god,” I said. “For real?”

They both nodded, shy and giggly. “Last night.” We all clapped and cheered. I was so happy for them.

“That is so amazing!” Didi said, looking at them fondly. And when she realized people were all looking at her, then at Tucker, she scoffed. “Uh, no.”

Tucker snorted. “Yeah, no.”

Then Holly put her hands up. “Don’t look at me. Read my shirt.”

She stood up and pulled the front of her shirt flat so we could read it. In bright purple and orange groovy font, it read My own self-worth is my HEA. “I made it last night. One plain T-shirt and two Sharpies. That was how I spent my night.”

Everyone smiled at her, especially Jenna and Max. “It’s perfect,” Jenna said softly.

Holly smiled with a sigh. “You know, for as not-fun as this whole project was, I’m gonna miss this.” She looked at each of us. “Hanging out, doing breakfast, or meeting for coffee, all of us together.”

“I was thinking that too,” I admitted. “And yeah, while it had it’s not-fun moments, I’m still glad we got to do it.”

“Same,” Tucker agreed.

“Same,” Jess said, holding up her and Phoebe’s hands.

We laughed again.

“We can still do this,” Didi said. “Like The Breakfast Club, but for real.”

Amos slid a tray onto the table. “I love that movie,” he said. “What are we talking about?”

“Being The Breakfast Club instead of a reality TV version of 90210,” I said, snagging a piece of his toast. “Thanks.”

“But no cameras,” Max said.

“Definitely no cameras,” Phoebe said.

“You know,” I said, an idea forming in my head. “We should totally set up a projector and show movies, like once a month or something. Our favorite films, take it in turn to choose, and make a night of it.” The more I thought of it, the more I liked it. “We could show them on the lawn at Liberty Court, open invitation. Bring a blanket and a picnic kinda thing. Whaddya think?”

“I like it,” Jess said.

“Sounds awesome,” Max agreed, and everyone nodded.

I grinned, excited. It was gonna be so much fun. I even caught Amos smiling at me. I bit into my toast and wiggled, quickly regretting the sting in my ass again.

Amos caught on, smirking sipped his coffee. “So has anyone seen the rehearsal hall? Looks just like a graduation party. It looks pretty cool.”

“They did a good job,” I added. “We snuck a look on the way here this morning.”

“I can’t wait for this to be over,” Tucker said with a groan. Then he winced at Didi. “No offense.”

She laughed. “None taken.” Then she looked at me and Amos. “Hurry up and eat so we can get this over with.”

We spent the morning rehearsing. This would be filmed and livestreamed, and with the crowd watching live at the outdoor theater and this being the final scene, there was extra pressure to get it right.

As we got dressed for the final scene, we also took turns having candid interviews. Together with our on-screen partner, and then just by ourselves.

Deirdre planned on releasing a whole bunch of interviews and bloopers after the livestream ended. And we’d get to watch it on the big theater screen on the beach with the whole campus.

No pressure at all.

And most of the student body were coming if the hype around school was anything to go by.

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