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Chapter Thirty One

“There’s no way in hell Brooke’s wearing that.”

Mom had left dad at home so that she could oversee my wardrobe for Chaotic. We were staring at all three of the outfits. Two weren’t bad, but the third...

“Why not? It’s hot!” the wardrobe girl argued.

“Strippers wear more clothes!” Mom retorted.

Mom usually exaggerated, but this time she wasn’t kidding. The skirt was a little more than a napkin and the shirt wasn’t much better.

“It’s for the dance sequence.”

“If Brooke is hootchie-cootchie-ing all over the place she needs more clothes.”

Mom turned towards the rack and started flipping through it. She held out a pair of leggings.

"Do you like these?"

"Yeah, those look comfortable," I said.

“Can we at least keep the shirt?” the director asked. I hadn’t noticed her sneak up.

Mom exhaled noisily.

“I’ll decide after she tries it on.”

I took all three outfits into the dressing room. Mom followed. The first outfit was a light blue sundress.

“That’s cute,” mom said with a smile.

The second outfit was a cheerleader’s uniform. I had never been a cheerleader in my life, but they were obviously trying to make a connection between Brooke the student and Brooke the pop star.

“You would make a cute cheerleader,” mom said with a laugh.

“Ra, ra!” I said. I shook my invisble pom poms. We laughed.

I stripped down and put on the third outfit. Mom sighed.

“Well, it’s better with the pants,” I said.

Mom did the 360-degree walk around.

“The minute I see one boob pop out, you’re wearing a turtleneck,” mom warned. I smiled.

‘Deal.”

We went back out and approved the outfits. The rest of the day was spent in choreography. By the time we left, it was almost eleven o’clock at night. I was due back on set at six in the morning. My muscles were screaming in pain.

“I need to learn some of those moves,” mom said on the way home. “I need to get rid of this bubble butt.”

I laughed. “Mom you don’t have a bubble butt.”

“I do. And that’s why you’re not getting any more brothers and sisters.”

I laughed. Mom had gained a ton of weight when she was pregnant with Landon. Almost four years later, she still hadn't been able to lose it all, but I still thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Dad was waiting up for us when we got in.

“How’d it go?”

“Besides a little wardrobe argument, not too bad,” mom said.

I yawned.

“I’m going to bed,” I said. I kissed mom’s cheek and hugged dad’s neck.

“Night BooBoo.”

“Night!”

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“You’re not wearing that.”

“Mom approved it yesterday.”

Dad had decided to come with me today. By the look on his face, he wasn’t liking the top.

“Alright Brooke, let’s go!” the director called.

“I promised mom if my boob fell out we’d insist on another shirt,” I said.

“But--”

I walked onto set. We were working backwards. The chorus scenes were being shot first. The was videos were made had confused the hell out of me when I shot Stuck Like Glue, but three videos later and I was an old pro.

“On three. One, two--”

The music started. Every director I worked with told me to just lip sync, but I had to sing. I felt stupid moving my mouth like a ventriloquist dummy. My body moved to the dance steps that were now ingrained in my head. I slammed to the ground, rolled over, and stared at the camera that hovered above me.

“CUT!”

The ‘cut’ came from dad, not the director. I sat up.

“What?”

“That’s not chaotic...that’s...that’s---”

“Incredibly sexy.”

Those words came from somebody standing behind dad. Dad stepped aside and my eyes widened in surprise.

Trevor was standing there with a boyish smile on his face. He was caked in heavy makeup and his hair was perfectly styled. He was clad in jeans, shirtless and barefoot.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“We’re shooting next door. I’m waiting around for my shots.”

I didn’t know what to say. After all, he had just called me incredibly sexy.

“I think the outfit and the choreography need revamped,” dad said.

The thought of having to learn different steps wasn’t sitting well with me.

“Dad--”

“Honey, you just went through hell because of a false image. Why give them fuel for the fire?”

He had a point. But even still...

“TREVOR!”

I jumped. Trevor whirled around. I had only seen his dad once, but I remembered the angry face well.

“What the hell are you doing? They’re waiting for you boy. Don’t fuck this up.”

Trevor’s dad wrapped his beefy hand around Trevor’s arm. Trevor sucked in a breath.

“He was just dropping by to say hello,” dad said with a frown.

Trevor’s dad stared dad down. He pointed at him.

“You’re that...that Carter.”

Dad bristled. “I’m Nick Carter, yes.”

“Your daughter’s the one that caused all that trouble.”

“Brooke didn’t cause the trouble,” Trevor said. His dad looked down at him and smirked.

“Women always cause the trouble. Come on.”

Before anyone could say anything else, Trevor was dragged out.

“He’s pleasant, isn’t he?” dad muttered.

“Can we get back to it?” the director asked. I glanced at dad. He sighed.

“Fine.”

I got back up and ran through the routine. I must have done it twenty times before we were ready for a wardrobe change. I’m happy to report that no boobage was spilled in the meantime.

I changed into the cheerleading outfit. We broke for lunch. I walked down the hallway and peered into the set next door.

Grenadine was hard at work. All the guys were getting sprayed down with water. I hovered in the corner.

I hadn’t noticed it earlier, but Trevor looked extremely hot shirtless. He ran a hand through his hair as stagehands trained a hose on him. His jeans were soaked and hanging low on his hips.

Kyle, the one Peyton liked, was close by. He had jet black hair and looked constantly moody.

Leave it to an almost fourteen year old to like the cranky one.

“What are you doing here?”

I jumped. Trevor’s dad had spotted me.

“I wanted to see what was going on,” I said.

“We’re working.”

His attitude was beginning to piss me off. Ever since the whole incident with Garrett, I had decided to adopt Kayleigh’s attitude. No one was going to mess with me.

“Oh? What are you doing?”

“BROOKE!”

Trevor was at my side in a second. I saw Trevor’s dad make a fist. Trevor barely touched my elbow and led me out.

“Are you crazy?” Trevor asked.

“He’s an asshole,” I said.

Trevor looked around. “I know,” he whispered. “I already told you that. Don’t test him.”

“I might be butting in,” I said. “But it looks like you’d be better off without your dad managing your career.”

“Your dad manages yours,” Trevor pointed out.

“He has experience.”

Trevor sighed. “Brooke, it sounds simple, but it’s not. You’re really too sweet of a girl to understand all the crap that I’ve got going on.”

He backed away.

“Wa--”

“Bye Brooke.”

I had a feeling he was dumping me. I mean, it’s not like we had even gone out, but it was the only way I could describe how I felt.

“Trevor-”

He disappeared back onto his set. I headed back to mine. I felt crappy. I had jugone from 'incredibly sexy' to 'crap' in the course of a few hours.

I was sure it was a record.

I knew I was a person of extremes. I was either too meek like I was with Garrett or too opinionated like I had just been with Trevor.

Why couldn’t I ever do anything half-way?

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