Maybe one day we'll meet again, when we're different people. Maybe then we'll be better for each other -Anonymous

Chapter 1:

I jolted up in my bed, wiping the mixture of sweat and tears (probably some drool too) on my face. I hugged my pillow tightly at the thought of my past haunting me.

I screwed my eyes shut as Chris' and Sandy's voice rung into my head. I haven't had this dream for so long, why now?

I checked the digital clock on my table, showing the time '4:00 a.m.', printed in bright red. I lie awake waiting for sleep to deprive my body again. Unfortunately, it wasn't as easy as I expected.

It was almost turning seven when I felt sleepy again; I could even see the rays of sunlight that managed to seep into the thick curtains on the windows. I tried to find a good position that I'm comfortable at.

Finally satisfied with my current position, I decided to get my well-deserved sleep, when suddenly the obnoxious ring tone of my phone breaks the silence of the whole hotel room.

"Ugh, this is fucking great." I mumble to myself

I lazily grabbed my phone on the side table. Who's the early bird who could be calling me at times like this? Like really?

I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes and checked the caller ID. Of course, the only people who'll dare to pull something like this. My beloved manager, Dilton Jonas.

"What the hell, Dilton?" I answered, not bothering to hide the annoyance in my voice.

"Well, hello to you too, Clary!"

I rolled my eyes. Is this man shitting me?

"Dilton, this has to be important or I'm hanging up and go back to my sleep." I firmly said.

"I need you at the hotel lounge at 7:30 sharp." he said.

"What? Why? Are you serious?" I exclaimed "First, you disturb my sleep then now you expect me to be ready in thirty minutes. You've gotta be kidding me?"

Nobody messes with my sleep. Right now, Dilton has the privilege on being first in my death list.

"It's about your career, my dear." he said

Okay, I'm awake.

"What about it?" I cautiously asked.

My career is the second thing I care for, my family being first, no matter what.

"Well, it's about it." he simply said

Now he is killing me with suspense, "Just tell me or I won't be there." I told him with the most threatening voice I can manage.

Only for me to know that threats don't affect Dilton at all.

"No can do, Clary. You might as well not go if I tell you." he said

"Dilton Jo-" I was about to protest, when he cut me off.

"Twenty five minutes left for you to get ready," Dilton said "Hurry now."

After he hung up, I hurried towards the bathroom, hopping into the shower as soon as it was warm enough. I'll do anything for my career, that's for sure, even if it means just having ten minutes of shower.

You see, I'm an actress. I'm here in San Francisco at the moment to shoot my upcoming movie. It's an action slash romance movie, and I luckily scored the role for the movie's lead lady for the rest of the trilogy. This project means a lot to me since this is going to be the biggest break in my career.

Who would've thought that after all those years, I'll end up being an actress. All those years in high school, I almost lost hope because of a certain boy and his lovely girlfriend. Who's laughing now?

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I went out of the bathroom after I brushed my teeth and finished freshening up.

I swung the door open, not expecting for a petite brunette to be in my room.

"Stephanie!" I squealed, placing a hand over my heart, "You scared me!"

"I'm sorry, darling." she said, "I prepared your clothes"

Steph is my stylist, who acts as my mum whenever I need her. She's the best especially when she is not taking Dilton's fashion critics.

"Thanks, Steph," I told her "but I can dress myself, it's just Dilton anyway."

"Orders from, Dilton, he bought that for a good impression as he said." her face distorting at disgust at every word.

"Okay then," I sighed "I got it from here."

"Okay, darling" she said, preparing to leave, "Good luck and have a nice day."

I smiled at her, "Same to you, Steph."

I checked the clothes that Steph brought. You know what, its official. Dilton Jonas does have a death wish and the worst fashion sense.

It was a tube top probably two size smaller than me. I don't get why it's a good impression, I look like a hooker on this clothes, and wait what? Who do I need to impress anyway? 'Cause this is probably a good impression to a hormonal perverted guy.

I'm sorry, Dilton, but I'm not gonna wear that hooker clothes even if it cost you $100. My clothes look better as a good impression than that.

I dig into my luggage for some more comfortable clothes. I ended up with a simple but cute top and some skinny jeans.

5 minutes till 7:30

I put my hair up in a high ponytail and applied some lipstick then I'm off.

I tap my foot on the marble floor waiting for the elevator to descend on my floor. Unfortunately, it's still on the 30th while I'm on the 22nd. Turns up that I actually waited for an empty elevator, hence I went inside and pressed ground floor.

I stepped out of the elevator and I found myself at the lounge. After looking around like a kid that lost her mum at a supermarket, I texted Dilton asking his location, he quickly replied saying he is in the café.

I easily spotted Dilton inside the café, considering the fact that his fiery red hair always stands out from the crowd.

He is sitting alone in a booth, I approached him and he looked at me as soon as he felt my presence.

"Hiya, Dilton!" I greeted

"Hello, Clary!" he replied "I ordered some milk for you."

Thank God he used Clary, that's my number one condition. Don't ever call me Clarissa. Clarissa is a person from the past. Since I left Pennsylvania and start a new life with my family in LA, there's no more Clarissa. Clary was born. Clarissa stays at Penn, while Clary belongs to a new life. Still, Dilton uses Clarissa when he's very mad or annoyed at me.

"Why aren't you wearing the clothes I bought?" he pointed out

I laughed at him, "You my friend have the worst fashion sense ever, and you better leave that part to Steph. You're making me look like a groupie" I explained, "What am I doing here anyway?"

"I want you to meet someone;" he said "He just went to the restroom quick."

I just shrug knowing that I have no choice but to stay, it's probably just a new mentor in a workshop.

"Oh, there he is." He said pointing behind me.

I snapped my head to the direction he is pointing at.

There I saw him, the boy who made my life miserable by bullying me through high school, for a reason I never had the chance to find out. The boy everyone adored so much, my lab partner, the football prodigy, and the boy who stole my first kiss.

"Clary, meet Christopher Jameson." Dilton said

Oh I know him. His presence is enough to make my whole body shiver.

"You can call me, Chris." Chris smiled at me flirtatiously and I managed a fake smile.

I just stared at him and his outstretched hands.

"Do I left you speechless?" he smirked at me

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head 'no'. He just left me terrified.

I took the decency to shake his outstretched hands, "Hey! I'm Clary Humphrey."

"Nice to meet you, again," I said, the last word barely audible.

Author's Note:

I'm aware that the age of the celebrities I chose to play my characters aren't that similar to their age in the story. They may be older or somehow younger, but when I was writing the story they were the person that I pictured my characters to be.

I know Amanda Seyfried is at her 30s already and in the book she was like twenty four, just picture her when she played Savannah in Dear John or in Letters to Juliet, because at that time she was only 23 or 24, so that would work.

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, a vote or comment wouldn't hurt. Thanks!

~nina☆