“Come on,” I said, pulling Chelsea behind me.

There were bars everywhere. There were people everywhere. And since I was interested in being inside both for the evening, I was quite pleased.

“This place is ridiculous,” Chelsea said, sounding excited.

“I know! And look,” I said pointing to a table at a sleek bar a few feet away.

There was a couple sitting close, laughing and sipping from trendy beer bottles.

“What?” Chelsea asked, obviously no recognizing the girl.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know who that is!”

“You’re pretty drunk. Whoever you think it is, it’s probably not her.”

“No, no, no. I love that show. I’d know her anywhere.”

“I’ll never guess. Just tell me.”

“That’s Veronica Hurt. From ‘Teenagers on the Edge!’”

“You watched that bullshit?”

“Hey! I had to live through somebody in high school, ok? Give me a break.”

Seeing Veronica had sobered me right up. I had to talk to her.

“That guy she’s with…is he an actor too?” Chelsea asked, obviously liking what she saw.

“I have no idea. Come on!” I said, walking quickly towards Veronica.

I was about to live out every single last one of my high school fantasies.

She and the pretty boy were still laughing, but I couldn’t tell if it was the kind of laugh a girl gives her best guy friend or the kind of laugh a girl uses with a guy she wants to sleep with. Either way, I had alcohol lubricating my desire to live in the present and there was no turning back. I was only a couple feet away from the table.

“I love you.”

Ok, so that’s not what I had planned to say on the walk over, but apparently the liquor had other plans, because that’s exactly what I said as I slammed both hands down on Veronica’s table.

I’m an asshole.

“You love me?” she said, smiling smugly, “have we met because I think I might love you too.”

She wasn’t subtle about giving me the once-over. Here eyes connected with every part of my barely clothed body before they rested on my eyes again. I was so going to score with an actress!

“No, we haven’t met. But I watched your show.”

She nodded, her eyes slightly glazed. She was just as drunk as I was. The most attractive quality in a woman when you’re horny and intoxicated.

“Did you like it?”

“I’m a big fan.”

“I’m Chelsea!”

Suddenly there was a hand thrust between us as Chelsea grabbed Veronica’s and shook it hard. But her eyes were on the man candy.

“Yeah, sorry. That’s my friend Chelsea. And I’m Spencer.”

“I’m Ashley—but I’m sure you already know that—and that’s Tiger Beat.”

“Aiden, actually,” he said, correcting Veronica…I mean, Ashley.

I needed to remember her real name. You know, in case I wanted to scream it later.

“Well, Spencer,” she said, gesturing for us both to take the two remaining seats, “can we buy you two a drink?”

I nodded.

Did I mention I was going to fuck an actress?