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[ edited 6 Dec 2015 ]

I'm utterly, wholeheartedly positive that if I had ever had a past life, I'd done something pretty bad, like cause World War 1 or something.

These situations I had experienced since I arrived in this city were so unorthodox and dramatic that I felt like I was living in a modern day soap opera. I mean, come on out of the millions of people living in this city I was meeting these people too many times, and surprise! They were bloody related.

Mrs Laurent, Sir Jerks-A-Lot, Tyler and Lucas! All related! What are the chances of that happening right?

"You're the lead?" I shouted, shocked as I stared at him, wide eyed.

He smirked as if he enjoyed my surprised look. Then he nodded. "And you just happened to be here for head shots?" He arched a brow as if something was not adding up and he was suspicious of something.

"Yes," I nodded, regretting my decision instantly.

"Making you in the final three?" This time he took one step forward towards me.

I nodded again. I needed to find Janice or Dave, whichever one I found first and tell them I'm done.

Sir Jerks-A-Lot cleared his throat before asking, "And you just happened to be the girl that ran into me at the airport?" He took another step forward.

I nodded again. "What are you, a detective? Am I being interrogated right now?"

"Depends on your answer to my next question," he smirked before taking another step forward.

Only three feet separated us.

"And that is?" I asked, looking straight into those crystal blue eyes. I needed to find those two ASAP and leave this precarious situation.

"Is your phone even really broken?" He closed in another step.

"What? Of course it is!" I exclaimed. What was he getting at? "Why wouldn't it be?

He took another step forward. One foot between us.

I could feel the wave of body heat he exuded and his... cologne. A heavenly minty scent mixed with aftershave that oddly combined gave off a calming and rich scent.

"There just seems to be too many coincidences happening involving you and me for me to call a coincidence, don't you think?" He smiled as if he had caught a child with their hand in the cookie jar. Me, being the child and the cookie jar, I had yet to find out.

"You call it coincidence, I call it fate screwing with us," I answered as my eyes darted to the still closed door. When the hell was Dave coming back?

He chuckled. "This is what the authorities would label... stalking, Alex," he closed the last step between us. Now we were so close that I could see the small specs of grey in his eyes, and the dimple on his right cheek.

"Stalking?!" I take a step back. "Wait, do you actually believe that I'm stalking you? You?!" I glared at him.

He nodded, putting on a cocky smirk. "Of course. How many handsome heartthrobs do you know Alex?"

"You need to do something about that ego of you before you get punched for it."

He chuckled as if what I said was amusing. "You know, from the way you're acting, I actually think you don't know who I am. No one who knows who I am will be acting like this."

I smiled. "And how do they usually act, your royal cockiness?"

"Starstruck. Faint. Screaming. Gasping for air. Disbelief."

"You have an ego big enough for Johnny Bravo, you know? And yes, you're right. I have no idea who you are." And I don't care to find out!

He looked confused. "Have you been living under a rock for ... I don't know, the past six years?"

I thought over that.

Mom hadn't really given me the chances to watch any movie in this decade or the last two. The only movies I watched were from the seventies. And I didn't really mind it though. The only secret I had of course was the occasional Dave Franco movies. Mom had explained once I turned twelve that she didn't want me watching any latest movies for fear, I'd wanna meet with my father when I watched one of his movies. And that was a possibility. 

Flynn Mathers was a face that was seen almost everywhere on the big screen. So yes, I guess I lived under a rock, sorta.

"Maybe. So who are you, Gregory?"

Suddenly his fingers are on my mouth.

My eyes widened as I look into his eyes, before my senses come back and I pull away. "What the hell are you doing?"

He looked around distractedly. "Keep it down, will you?"

"And why the hell should I? So you can takes advantage of me" Hell no, jackass! Even if you were Dave Franco I will never be taken advantage of without my consent!

"What?" He glared at me. "Take advantage of you?" He laughed as if he'd heard the joke of the century. "Sweetheart, you're too plain for my taste."

"And you're too jerky, cocky and ugly for mine!" I retorted, hurt. I mean, I know I'm not Megan Fox hot, but I know for sure I'd inherited Flynn Mather's genes and was a little bit on the attractive side of things.

He chuckled with an arrogant air. "Oh, sweetheart, I may be guilty of the first two, but we both know that the last one is not correct in the slightest."

I glared at him, wishing I had a less ladylike behavior and would be able to throw profanities at him but alas, I was too nice. I just grabbed my things and started walking towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" He asked. I could sense a victorious smirk on his face.

I turned around, pausing at the door. I didn't owe him an explanation but this was most probably going to be our last interaction. Besides I was too nice. "To find someone and let them know I quit," I replied.

He looked taken aback a bit. Guess this wasn't fitting in with his stalker theory. After all a stalker would be so happy to act alongside him, but I was not. "Did you perhaps sign a contract before taking the head shots?"

I nodded. "Yeah, why?" I answered, confused. So what? That contract will be torn and burnt in less than five minutes.

He smirked arrogantly again. He sure had the Guinness World Record for Most Smirks In Ten Minutes. "Then I hope you have a damn good lawyer, Alex. Or you'll be facing a hundred thousand dollar fine."

I was caught off guard for a few seconds before I nodded. "I guessed as much. But if I explained well enough, they'll save me the torture."

"The torture? Of what?"

"Your presence," I replied before exiting and slamming the door behind me.

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Today was not my day. At all.

Whilst looking for Janice or Dave, I'd run into the director. After explaining my dilemma and need to quit he eyed me as if I was crazy.

An argument followed at which he offered me more money and where I screamed at him that no amount of money will get me to work with that asshole ever!

Then he'd reminded me of the contract just as Jerk face had. I was under obligation to do everything they asked within reason until the final results came. And I'd also unknowingly signed that if I was cast I will do it. Act that is.

I said that I couldn't and ripped apart my contract.

He explained the clause. I would pay a hundred thousand dollars if I quit.

Then, only then did he explain that I'd gotten the female lead.

Now, unless I had the hundred thousand , which I didn't, I would be acting as Sir Jerks-A-Lot's leading lady. And unless I came up with that amount by Tuesday, which is in five days, I had no choice but to do it.

Because Tuesday was the day the movie was officially going to start shooting and when the hundred thousand would be increased to two hundred and fifty thousand.

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