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[ edited 7 Dec 2015 ]

What would you do if you were thrown one bad thing after another?

Like arriving to some place you hated, meeting a guy who thought he was God's gift to mankind, losing your phone, finding out your boyfriend was a cheating scum, then missing your flight, then getting stuck in an air-tight contract then meeting your father, then finding out your asshole father knew who you were and to make things worse, my mom had found out about the tweet yesterday. It had quickly become the most talked about topic. Everyone wanted to know who was the mysterious daughter Flynn Mathers had referred to. Everyone was curious about the daughter that the world had never known about.

I had been woken up by the shrill ring of my phone and the picture of mom and dad smiling up at me from my screen with the Caller ID reading 'Mom'. I had still been too drowsy to really digest the reason behind the call, so without hesitation I had answered the phone. Our ensuing conversation had been disastrous and been a screaming match throughout. I had hung up on her after. I knew I still had to deal with her and all of this, but I didn't want to. I couldn't.

And now this.

This being the text I was staring at right now.

Sexy 8

Picking you up at nine, Hunt. The studio's got you an apartment. Filming scheduled for 2.

Great! The studio got me an apartment. The downside, Dylan was the one showing me to said apartment.

I stared at my watch without thought.

7:55 am.

And now I had approximately an hour and five minutes to be ready. Why didn't that jackass tell me yesterday?

I got ready as insanely fast as possible whilst maintaining a standard of cleanliness. Bathing, brushing and putting on a sleeveless white slimming dress that reached past my knees.

"Looks like someone's going on a date," Marie commented as I came downstairs forty eight minutes later.

"With a house, yes," I replied as I adjusted the bag I was carrying.

She smiled, disbelievingly. "If that's what you kids are calling it this days."

"Pigs will fly before I go on a date with Dylan."

Her eyes widened. "Gregory?" She sounded surprised.

"You know him?"

She nodded. "I've been friends with the grandmother since we were in out teens, Alex. Of course I know him."

"Right. Forgot about that."

She smiled. "He's the nicest boy I've ever met. Always the gentleman."

I scoffed. "You're sure we're talking about the same person here?"

She smiled. "I'm sure, honey. Just give him some time to show you his true colors. So where's he taking you?"

"To see a house, just like I told you," I caught her meaningful smirk, "And no, we're not moving in together. The studio's assigned me an apartment for the duration of the filming. He's taking me to it. Under command of course."

She smiled. "Why would he do that? Showing a beautiful young girl like yourself is barely a punishment."

"I think the studio assigned him the privilege. So yes, it is a punishment. For both him and me."

She arched her brow. "Yeah, and I'm Jennifer Lopez. I think that old woman was right."

"What old woman?" I asked, curious and confused.

"His grandmother, silly."

"Right about what?" How cryptic can she get?

"About Dylan changing."

Answer: Even more cryptic.

I was about to delve deeper into her mysterious words, but was cut off when a horn sounded from outside.

Then my phone rang.

Sexy 8

Outside. Hurry up!

I rolled an eye before saying goodbye to Marie and rushing out.

* * *

He brought an SUV. It was by far the cheapest and un-sports car like car that I'd ever seen him drive.

The registration? Rush 6. He must've just bought it.

My suspicions were confirmed when I got in the front seat. The leather reeked of new car smell and most of the interior still had that glossy new car look. Really? Five cars weren't enough?

"Morning," I exclaimed as I got in. I was determined to be nice to him today, despite the fact that he might already have known my secret and despite the impending confrontation I have with Flynn Mathers.

He nodded, before pulling out and driving towards the unknown.

"So, where is the apartment?" I asked.

"Near the studio," he replied.

And that was the only conversation we had for the drive over.

As soon as we got there, I was sure that his unresponsive tendencies wouldn't affect me.

The apartment was predictably bigger than the room at Marie's and was comfortably furnished. Everything I would need while the filming commenced was present. It had two bedrooms, one quaint, modern kitchen, one bathroom and a balcony overlooking the small suburban area below us. I could see the set from where I stood, about ten to twelve minutes walk through the small park across the block.

"So?" Dylan asked after we looked around the two bedroom space.

I smiled. "It's great." It was more than great, considering I wasn't spotting the bill for the place. The studio was paying for everything for the duration of the shoot.

As soon as the paperwork was done, the landlord handed me the keys after of course asking for Dylan's autograph. Okay, I guess he was kinda more famous than I thought.

We got in the car again and without a word he started driving.

"Where are we going?" I asked him when I noticed he missed the turn for the studio.

"It's still too early for us to go to the set. I thought we could hang out and kill time," he replied, eyes on the road.

"Us? Kill time together?" I asked, incredulous. We'd be more likely to kill each other.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Are you on drugs, Gregory?"

"How many times do I need to tell you to stop calling me that for you to stop?"

"Until you tell me why, then I'll stop," I replied.

"Urgh! You're so infuriating!"

"So I've heard, when you were busy gossiping about me to Flynn Mathers!" I stupidly let slip.

Silence dawned. Two minutes later, Dylan pulled into a mall. He got out of the car without a word. I followed him. He already had on a Bulldogs cap and dark mirrored Ray-bans. I followed after him silently for ten minutes as he walked in and out of stores before I gave up.

"Is this your idea of hanging out?" I asked him. "Cause it looks like you're playing the ignore-Alex game!"

He looked at me before brushing me off and walking. He stopped at a table and sat down. Then he looked at me, nodding towards the seat opposite him.

I waited for ten seconds before walking over and sitting down.

He sighed. "My agent told me to not use Gregory," he began after what felt like centuries.

I looked at him, surprised.

"He said, Gregory won't sell. No one would even think twice of someone named Gregory. It sounded too background for him. It doesn't catch a person's interest. Gregory Rush! Who'd pay to watch him?" Dylan chuckled slightly. "But Dylan Rush! That, he said would be a household name before I reached my twenties."

I watched him. How could someone judge a person or their talent by their name? How could someone judge a person's worth by name alone?

"And he was right," Dylan continued after pausing. "Everyone did know my name before I was twenty." He paused. "Nearly everyone, I guess. You didn't."

I smiled at him.

"That's why I don't want anyone out of my family to know. It's stupid, but I'm afraid when people find out they'll leave, or reject me." He sounded sad.

I placed a reassuring hand on top of his. "It's not stupid, Dylan. It's just fear of the unknown."

He stared at my hand.

"And, to be honest. I don't think he was right. As much as it is saddening, the world also judges people on their looks. Sad but blatantly a true fact. And it's just a name. Just a name. It may be the thing that people identify you for but it doesn't truly identify you as the person."

He stared at me, arching a brow, confused.

"I'm saying even though you were called Gregory, people would take one look at your face and pay to watch you eat. And, come on, I've been acting with you for some time and I admit you are talented."

Then a sly, smug smile appeared on his face. "Because I'm good looking?"

I rolled my eyes. "Really? Is that what you got from that speech of mine? Didn't you hear me admitting you're talented?"

"So," his smile turned cocky, "you're saying you think I'm hot?" He didn't even care that I thought he was talented.

I scowled. "I'm trying to cheer up you up. Gosh you're infuriating."

He shrugged. "You succeeded then. It cheered me up that you think I'm hot."

I frowned. "I did not say you were hot."

"You did, sweetheart. And I agree with your sentiments. With this body, I could be called Lucifer and still have millions of girls willing to flash me."

And the obnoxious, overconfident, arrogant asshole was back! "Where does this ego of yours come from?" I asked, curious.

"I get my daily dose of confidence boost every morning on Twitter," he answered. "And there are over millions of girls willing to do things for me that would make you blush."

I glare at him. "Let's go!" I got up.

He followed. "Okay. But since it's only past eleven, I have some place to go to really fast."

"Then I can catch a cab over to the set," I concluded.

"No!" He exclaimed. "I need you there."

"Why?"

He didn't answer but walked off.

* * *

"You can't be serious!" I muttered as I stared wide-eyed at the house in front of me.

4013 Park Lane Ave was as intimidating as always.

"I am. Hundred percent," he answered as he got out of the car.

"What are we doing here?" I snapped at him.

"Setting things straight," he then continued to the front door. "Come on, Hunt! My grandma can walk faster than you."

I dawdled over towards him, stopping just two inches behind him.

"Smile, will you? Lose the walking into a slaughter house look!"

I tried forcing on a smile whilst still wondering what we were doing here.

He pressed the doorbell after I caught up to him.

The door opened seconds later.

"Gregory!" Mrs Rush exclaimed as she appeared from behind the door.

Dylan hugged his mother for a second before pulling back. "May I introduce you to Alex Hunt."

Mrs Rush looked at me, confused at my return. "Alex, hon-"

"... My girlfriend," he added soon after.

The smile I'd been forcing on slipped as I glared at my supposed boyfriend.

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