#Chapter69
/"Ugh! I seriously do not understand how anyone could actually like her!/" I groan out
/"I hate her! I truly, honestly hate McKenna King!/" I confess
I flinch away from the on set medic as they continue to disinfect the cuts on my arms and shoulders.
Thanks to the nightgown I did not suffer any scratches to my back.
My arms and shoulders however have tons of small, deep scratches on them.
Wesley was kind enough to follow me to follow me to my trailer and wait with me for the medic, keeping me company.
/"I've worked with her before,/" Wesley reveals
This shocks me more than it should have.
I go to ask him what project did they worked on together only to cry out with pain as the medic digs the alcohol soaked cloth into a rather large patch that my skin came off of.
/"I think it was a year or two ago, I have no clue with how fast paced casting season is,/" he rolls his eyes
