A/N: It was very hard for me to really sit down and write this chapter and for the life of me I could not tell you why.

Recap:

I slumped down in the chair across from the only boy still sitting down.

"So you got dumped, huh?" he asked without bothering to look up from his magazine.

"No... well, yes, but no."

His light, blue eyes glanced in my direction as he spoke, "It's either one or the other. Yes? Or no?"

I paused to get my thoughts together and straightened up in my chair. "Yes, technically speaking."

He set aside his newspaper and leaned foward toward me. His eyes were so intense and hypnotic I did the same. With a smirk that sent a thousand electric shocks down my spine he said lowly, "Then what are you doing here?"

"I said I go on a double date with the guy on Friday," I whispered and felt the flush traveling up my chest. This guy was so smooth and I had surprisingly lost my ability to be sauve since Marky.

"That was stupid," he admittedly freely. "So, what? You're creeping around some acting audition to find someone to fake like you? That's pathetic."

He was smooth and mean, honest, but mostly mean. I dropped my head into my hands. "It wasn't my idea," I managed to mumble out, but was unsure if he heard me through my hands.

"Who's idea was it?"

I removed my hands from my face and nodded toward the group of guys blocking our view of Jess. "Hers."

"Huh." He nodded and then grabbed my hand, delicately pulling us to our feet, "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" I asked feebily.

"On a date," he answered while sneaking us passed the group of actors and Jess. "You can tell me all about what I have to do on this double date Friday."

I sat in a diner booth with my unknown Prince Charming waiting for the waitress dropping off our burgers and plate of fries to leave before either of us talked. Once she walked away he smiled at me and grabbed a fry. He dipped it in a ketchup and ate it in one bite. After swallowing he gave me a cheeky smile.

"Cover up that shit eating grin," I laughed.

"Hey, it's not everyday Marky Sanders ex-girlfriend asks you out," he laughed and grabbed for another fry.

I took one myself and slowly ate it before responding. "I guess not."

"Who is this guy anyway?" he asked.

My jaw dropped and I raised an eyebrow incredulously. He had to be kidding me. Could he really be the only person on the planet who didn't know Marky? "I know you've got this whole mysterious thing going on," I waved a hand at his presence, "but you can't seriously not know who Marky is."

"No clue."

"But you're an actor. He's one of the most famous actors out there!" I exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Someone's exaggerating."

"I'm really not."

"Look, he's no Clark Gable," he argued.

"Who?" I asked confused.

He let out another exasperate sigh. "Wow."

"Rude," I scoffed and we went back to eating for a while. Neither of us had much to say on that subject. Or we really had too much to say. He probably wanted to lecture me on Clark whatever and I definitely wanted to tell him that he shouldn't be so rude.

We looked up at the same time, smiling at each other. I spoke first, "If you don't know who Marky is, and you definitely don't know who I am, then why are you doing this?"

He leaned in toward me and I did the same. He glanced around like he was letting me in on some big secrets. "You know fixer-uppers? Old cars and stuff?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"You're like an old car," he smirked.

I jabbed my foot down on his, but he barely flinched. "You're a jerk," I snapped at him.

I huffed and pouted, throwing myself back onto the booth seat away from this kid. He had some nerve. He took a bite on his burger and with half a full mouth he assured me, "It's not an insult. Besides I'm going to take you on this date and you don't even have to pay me."

I groaned and whipped my head around. I sat toward him again. "Could you say that any louder?"

"You don't even have to pay-!" He yelled, but came to a sudden stop when I slammed my foot down on his again. He laughed to my extreme displeasure. "What's the story with this guy away?"

"We were best friends and he told me he loved me, we slept together, and a week later he got a girlfriend," I frowned. When I put it that way I really did sound pathetic.

"What a dick." he said simply, but it was the first time I saw a softer side to his face. It left just as quickly as it came however. "I'm sure you're fantastic in the sack."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well. I'm not sure that's the reason he left."

I looked down at our food. I realized he was halfway done already and I'd only taken a couple of bites. I decided to start on my food while he talked. "So what? We're just going to act cutesy on this double date?"

I nodded with a mouth full of french fry. I smiled at that and he continued, "So I guess I should probably learn somethings about you."

I nodded again, but swallowed this time. "And I should probably learn some stuff about you too."

A smirk tugged at his lips, "Oh, babe, they don't know me. You can make shit up as we go."

"I should at least know your name," I bargained.

"Kevin," he answered immediately.

"Really?" I asked surprised. He did not look like a Kevin at all.

"No."

I narrowed my eyes, "So what is it?"

"How about you tell me about yourself first." He insisted.

I scoffed, "Whatever. Let's go back and forth."

He seemed to be debating it in his head first, but then nodded and told me to go first. "I'm Sierra."

He groaned. "I already knew that," he protested.

"But I don't know your name," I reminded him.

"Fine." He agreed grumpily. "Craig."

"Craig, cool." I nodded. "I'm twenty two."

"Twenty one," he smiled.

"Seriously? You have this whole older, grumpy ora." I asked surprised.

"Seriously," he mocked, "I grew up in Utah."

"Seriously?" I asked again.

He threw his hands up. "Are you going to say that every time I talk?"

"Sorry," I mumbled, "I'm born and raised in New York. My birthday's January first."

"Mine's May eighth. I smoke. A lot."

I cracked a smile, "So do it. Marky hates it."

"I love it," he smirked sexually, but jokingly at me.

It went back and forth like that for a while. By the end we'd finished our burgers and my phone was buzzing with text messages from Jess, not that either of us noticed. Eventually we decided it was time to leave. The sun was setting and we'd been there for a very long time.

We stared at each other.

"You're getting the bill," he finally said.

"And why's that?" I asked. I was fully willing to pay, but I couldn't wait to hear his reasoning.

"I'm an actor. How much money do you think I make?" he scoffed, "Plus I'm going to be picking up the check tomorrow on that stupid double date."

"Fair enough," I nodded and threw money on the table to cover the bill. I'd never say it out loud, but it was sort of nice being equals. Marky had so much more money than me and he always paid. He was also always the one taking me to fancy places. All I ever did was drag him to keggers.

We left the diner only to be attacked by the paparrazzi much to his surprise. When I'd told him that they sometimes showed up he seemed to be filled with doubt. I guess this proved me right.

"I just don't get it," he said with his hand in mine as we walked done the street to the train station. Boy, was he a good actor. "You teach dance for a living. Why on Earth would the paparrazzi ever be following you?"

"I told you Marky's really famous." I said simply. I'd neglected to mention our fake dating past.

It turned out to be a nice evening. I gave him my address and my phone number so he could come get me tomorrow for the date and he waited until I got safely on the train back to Long Island before leaving the station. Maybe I could make Marky jealous after all.

I answered the door only in my towel and ready to see Craig standing there in a slim fitted suit and tie. I grinned with my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. "Well come in," I stepped aside to let him in, "Don't you look nice."

He looked me up and down. "I wish I could say the same to you," he nodded at me and walked in.

I rolled my eyes and shut the door behind him. At least he was getting it all out before Marky and Katilyn came. I ran upstairs to finish getting ready and called out to him that I'd only be a minute. I changed into tight black dress that reached mid thigh and turned around in my mirror. Glancing at myself from every angle.

"That's not good," Craig said from behind me. I jumped up in the air.

"You scared me, asshole!" I screamed and hit his chest hard.

"Ow," he laughed and once he calm down continued with his original point, "It's too sexy. You need to find a balance. Remember you already have a boyfriend. Look attractive, but not like you're trying to get some."

I put my hand on my hip and scowled. "And what makes you the fashion expert?"

"I'm not. But I'm a guy and I know what guys like." He walked over to my closet and skimmed through my dress section. "You own some slutty stuff."

I mocked him behind his back, but replied, "Just pick something."

Shortly after he came out with a dark red dress that was fitted around my boobs, but flowed out passed them. I agreed to wear it. When I was almost done finishing my makeup the doorbell rang and he agreed to go get it. I crept down the stairs after him to easedrop.

"Who are you?" Craig asked incredulousy.

Marky crossed his arms defensively with Katilyn at his side. "Marky, Sierra best friend. Who are you?" He asked with his nose scrunched up.

"Craig," He replied cockily and stuck out his hand for Marky to shake.

Marky shook it for half a second before aggressively retracting his hand and looking around behind Craig for me. "Where's Sierra?"

I took that as my cue to pretend come downstairs. "Craig, have you seen my- oh. Hi, Marky. Katilyn." I stopped next to Craig. He pulled me in by my waist and whispered in my whisper, "What were you looking for?"

"My phone," I whispered back dazed. He was scary good and hypnotic at this.

He pulled it out of his suit coat and handed it to me. "Here."

"Thanks," I beamed and we looked back at the actual couple in front of us. I cleared my throat and smiled at them. The angry look on Marky's face was more than enough to make me estatic for the night. "Shall we go?"

"Shall we?" Marky scoffed, "What got into you?" Despite the protest of his words he walked out the door with Katilyn under his arm.

I frowned at them and Craig noticed. He pulled me into him as we walked behind the couple to Marky's car. He whispered, "Don't worry, babe. We got this."

By the time we got to our table we had exhausted multiple topics of conversation. It would've been easier and less awkward once we actually made it to the meal if everyone, but Katilyn could've just sat down normally. But Craig, Marky, and I shuffled around unsure of where to sit. Katilyn, at least smart enough to notice that, patted the seat next to her and smiled, "Marky, come sit."

Marky grinned sheepishly for half a second and then went to sit. Craig sat across from Katilyn and I took the seat opposite of Marky. Marky, being an apparent ass since the moment he and Katilyn started dating, opened his mouth within half a second to begin an attack on Craig. "How did you met Sierra anyway? Did you work at her car wash or something?"

"Marky," I hissed at him, but Caig assured me it was fine and answered inspite of him.

"We met where Sierra teaches dance. I was at the gym next door at the right time," he beamed proudly at me. Two things were running across my mind as I watched this little proformance. First I was shocked that he even remembered me telling him about the gym next to my dance studio, and secondly he really was an amazing actor.

"Oh," Marky gumbled, "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm an actor," Craig confessed.

"I've never seen you in anything," Maky argued.

"Mostly indie films," Craig shrugged, "I just quit my job a year and a half ago and decided to pursue acting instead." As he went on in the story I found myself with an elbow on the table leaning toward him. He was so interesting. I've never before been so excited to hear a person's story. A part of me worried that it was all made up. Like taking me out and saying all this was practice for his improv group.

 "Interesting," Marky huffed probably annoyed he couldn't stump Craig. I just as he was about to ask an other insanely inappropriate and personal question the waiter showed up with our food. Marky, by force of habit stared at the mushrooms on my plate. He normally took my mushrooms and I took his broccoli. I could tell he was unsure of himself given the new  situation. I bit my lip and was about to make the first move to switch food, but then stopped when Craig switch my muchrooms for his carrots. This guy was acutely aware of what's going on around him.

The evening progressed as such until dessert. Marky finally appeared tired an enough of trying to find a polite way to bring something up and finally went in for the kill. "Sierra, you've got to be fucking kidding me with him." He threw his hands up in exasperation.

My jaw dropped and from the corner of my eye I could see Craig's jaw clench.

"You really think you can trust this prick?" he exclaimed.

I glanced around the resturaunt and prayed he wasn't dragging any attention to us. It didn't seem like it, but my paranoia maybe me lean in and whisper, "And I can trust you? You you told me you loved me, slept with me, and then you bailed on me to date your summer fling." Marky's jaw dropped a little and he leaned back in his chair like I'd just dropped new information on him. I scowled.

"You what?" Katilyn yelled and slammed a hand down on the table.

"Babe-," he started with Katilyn, but she wasn't hearing it.

"Screw you, Marky," she huffed and threw her cloth napkin onto the table before storming away. He bit his bottom lips and glanced at the direction she was walking away in.

I leaned back, away from him and nodded at Katilyn's retreating figure. "Go after her."

He sighed and looked back at me. "I'm not leaving you this time," he insisted.

"Sure, because you have a great track record of staying," I rolled my eyes.

"Sierra," he leaned across the table, "Excluding Katilyn when have I after walked away from you?"

"Once was enough," she quickly said back. I threw my napkin off my lap gently and grabbed Craig's hands in mine, "Let's go, Craig." He too got up and followed me lead.

Once we were out of ear shoot Craig smiled a geniue smile at me. "Very impressive. I didn't think you had it in you."

My lip quievered and I jerked my face foward into my palms, sobbing. It took all I had to say that to Marky. I never wanted to let go of him and I just had. I took a deep, shaking breath when I felt Craig's arms constrict around me, tight around the small of my back and stroking the top.

"Hey," he whispered and pulled me back to look into my puffy, red, tear soaked eyes, "You're going to be okay."

I nodded and he wrapped my arm around my shoulder. We started to walk to the street and he hailed a cab. It was time to go home.

A/N: First off, I was working on college stuff (I need more extracurriculars, which is stupid. I have over 2.5 millions views on a book and have fans asking me to marry them, but schools don't care about that *eye roll*) so that's part of the reason this took so long. Secondly, I think, THINK, that we're close to the end. With the direction I see this going there might be a few more chapters. Maybe, it depends.