The set was buzzing with energy, everyone prepping for the big scene of the day. It was your first real role, and everything felt like a dream, except for one small detail. That one person on set who hadn’t exactly made you feel welcome. Oona.

She was beautiful, poised, everything you'd expect from someone engaged to Logan Lerman. But her eyes? They were cold whenever they met yours. You’d chalked it up to nerves at first, what did you know about being in a relationship for years? You were just here to act, right? But the glances kept coming, the way she’d cross her arms and narrow her eyes whenever you and Logan would laugh at something off-camera. You could feel the tension, but you were clueless about what was really going on.

Logan didn’t seem to notice at first. He was just Logan, chill, always cracking a smile, trying to make everyone laugh. But one day, it all came to a head.

You were rehearsing a scene, laughing a little too much, and Logan was there beside you, looking at you with that warm, comforting smile that made your heart flutter a little. You couldn’t help it. It was his presence. The way he made you feel like the world was yours, like everything was possible.

But there was Oona, standing just across the room, watching. You felt the heat of her glare even before you looked up.

She didn’t care that she was in a room full of people. She didn’t care that this was a professional set. She was staring at you like you’d personally wronged her.

You turned your head, pretending you didn’t see her. But it was no use.

Later that day, you were headed to the bathroom, trying to escape the tension for a moment, but as you turned the corner, Oona was there, waiting.

She grabbed you by the collar, the sudden force catching you off guard. Your breath hitched in your chest.

"Stop it." She hissed through clenched teeth. "Stop what you're doing. I see you."

You were frozen, not even knowing what she meant. You weren’t doing anything. You weren’t trying to get in the way. You hadn’t even looked at Logan like that, at least not intentionally.

But Oona wasn’t waiting for an explanation. She shoved you back, the force making you stumble a little, your heart pounding in your chest.

"You think I don’t know what you're doing?" She continued, her voice dripping with venom. "You’ve been acting all innocent, playing the sweet little girl, but I see right through you. Don’t you dare try to get close to him. He’s mine."

She turned on her heel, her heels clicking loudly as she walked off, leaving you standing there, heart racing, completely confused.

You rubbed your collar where she had grabbed you, feeling the sting of her words more than the physical pressure. You didn’t even know what you were supposed to stop.

But that wasn't the end of it. Oh, no.

That night, Logan was late to dinner, which wasn’t unusual. You were too busy laughing with the crew, trying to push away the uncomfortable feeling that always crept in when Oona was around.

Then the door opened. Logan stepped in, his face unreadable. Behind him? Oona. She looked like she’d been crying, eyes red and puffy. She walked straight up to Logan, her voice low but sharp.

"Logan, I can’t do this anymore." Oona said, her hands trembling. "I see the way you look at her. The rookie." She practically spat out the word, like it was something vile.

Logan looked confused, trying to piece together what was happening. “What are you talking about? What do you mean?”

“I see the way you laugh with her. The way you talk to her, Logan. You barely even look at me anymore.” Oona continued, her voice rising in frustration. "It’s like you’ve forgotten me already. Since the moment she stepped on this set, you’ve been all over her. Is that it? Are you really choosing her over me?"

The silence was heavy. It hit you in waves. You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to explain that you hadn’t done anything wrong. You didn’t even know you were doing anything at all.