21. Heavy News

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[ edited 6 Dec 2015 ]

For the next one and a half week filming went along perfectly.

Dylan and I came to a clear understanding of not hanging around each other too long. Because if we did, World War III was sure to occur. Amelia kept on helping me sharpen my acting skills and based on the fact that we were filming scenes only four or five times, I think it was paying off.

During breaks and when we were not filming, I would be hanging out with her or with Harry, trying to outsmart and beat his high score. By now, he'd reached Level 135 and I reached Level 126.

Right now we were hanging out by the catering table, waiting for Dylan and Tyler's scene to wrap up. It was one of those get-the-jilted-ex-drunk scenes where Julian Van Dyke, Ethan's college roommate tried to get him drunk and forget about his cheating ex.

Then he'd drop Ethan off at the Clarke mansion, where Ashleigh Bishop would take over.

That would also be our first scene acting together, me and Tyler.

"So," Harry's voice brings me out of my reverie. "You think you can handle O'Brien?"

"What? Of course I can. Why wouldn't I be able to?" I asked, before shoving a crunchie bar into my mouth.

"Ever since it was announced he'd be cast, you've been a little... high-strung." Harry's eyes were on me, cautiously reading me.

"High-strung, me? Never," I tried to act nonchalantly, hastily chugging down the bottle of Fiji water. I just stayed away from Tyler, or being near Tyler or being 100 feet of Tyler.

It wasn't my fault! The guy kept on giving me this looks that told me he knew something about me, something I didn't want anyone to know. Besides, after our first three failed meetings, I thought it better for my sanity and his stability for us to stay away from each other.

But now, I would be filming a scene with him, where we were to communicate.

Shit! The worst happened. The water went down my wind pipe and I choke, loudly.

Harry tried to calm me down as he patted my back softly. "Breathe Alex. Breathe."

I did that, my face flushed red.

"So? Not high-strung, eh?" He chuckled lightly at my embarrassing state. "Did you two date and break up badly, by any chance?"

I shook my head. "No." Just then my asshole of an ex decided to pass by, rushing to cater to Amelia's needs. Yes, James was still a PA here. And yes, Amelia knew all about it, hence her attempt to make his life hell by making him run everywhere for what she needed.

James and I first saw each other again last week. He smiled, thinking I was here for him. Turns out the idiot didn't know I was a lead. He tried to apologize and explain himself but I addressed him formally, 'Mr Mangy' and told him to run for mineral water.

His attempts to reconcile were kept at bay thanks to Amelia's constant diva demands. I was grateful to her for that.

"Him," I said to Harry, nodding towards my jackass ex. Harry looked towards him, arching a brow. "I dated him and we broke up badly."

Harry gave me a look of pity. "I'm sorry Alex. American boys are dogs, I guess. That's why a Brit is always the best," he gave me a sly playful wink. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

I paused, maintaining my serene state of mind. "He was sleeping around with all the PA's here," I replied. "And I was stupid enough to follow him here, hoping to surprise him. Boy, I was the one surprised."

Harry placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "If it makes you feel better, I'm glad you were stupid enough to follow him here."

I frowned at him.

He smiled innocently. "That way we could meet, Hunt. Don't get all pissy at me. I'm trying to give you a positive thing here."

I chuckled lightly. "I guess that is a plus. Thanks Harry."

"Well, hopefully O'Brien will live up to his cousin's ravings," Harry commented before he drank some Earl Grey tea.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come now Alex, haven't you heard how Tyler got the role of Julian?"

I shook my head.

"Well that was unexpected. Dylan told Declan that Tyler would be perfect for the role."

"Did he now?"

Harry nodded.

That asshole must have found out Tyler and I weren't the best of friends! Was he really that determined to make my life hell?

"Ms Hunt!" A PA rushed over.

"Yes?" I asked after popping a grape in my mouth. My thoughts still on my current dilemma. Should I run him over with his Lamborghini or his Aston Martin? Or maybe his Camaro would do!

"They're asking for you," she replied.

"Now? They've already filmed..."

She nodded enthusiastically. "Already finished with Dylan and Tyler, ma'am."

I groaned. Might as well get this over with before I returned to finding a perfect solution to my dilemma.

Maybe a visit on the manufacturer's page on its horsepower would help me decide which was the better murder weapon.

I needed one that wouldn't kill him easily.

* * *

The doorbell rang.

Maybe they'll go away, Ashleigh reasoned as she turned on her single bed.

The bell rang again. Du-dun! Du-dun!

Shit!

She got up hastily out of her bed and slipped on her bunny slippers before making her way into the kitchen and towards the main door.

I swear, she thought, if it's some mistaken drunk, he'll have hell to deal with.

Du-dun! Du-dun! Dumdum!

"I'm coming!" She yelled groggily, before pulling open the door.

Then she gawked.

Two men were standing there, both wearing very expensive looking suits and both looking like they'd been run over a thousand times.

One of them was out of the conscious world, although surprisingly he managed to maintain his upright position. The other leaned against the marble column as he pressed intently against the doorbell.

Du-dun! Du-duuuuun!

"Stop that!" She snapped at him, pulling tightly at her silk drape and wishing she'd have

the foresight to put on warmer clothes.

"Finally. Someone's here!" The man drawled lazily. "Ethan, bro! Someone's here!"

Only then did Ashleigh recognize the second man.

Ethan Clarke. Drunk. Wasted and sleeping like a baby that reeked of alcohol.

"What happened?" She exclaimed rushing over to her employer's son. She looked him over checking for any bruises.

"Just another bachelor night out," the yet to be identified man answered. "Ethan here had a bit too much to drink."

"Thanks for bringing him back," Ashleigh thanked him, before tugging Ethan into her arms. He was excruciatingly heavy.

"It's perfectly alright," the man winked. "I'd do it all again just to see you in silk." He smiled widely. "Julian Van Dyke," he offered a hand.

Given that she was currently lugging around a six foot figure, Ashleigh saw shaking his hand a near impossibility. "Ashleigh Bishop. The Clarke's maid. And sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Mr Van Dyke," she continued in a polite enough manner, "but this will be the last time you'll see me in this." And with that she slammed the door in his face.

Remorse entered her. He had done a great deed dropping of this asshole and she'd snapped at the sign of innocuous flirting. She looked out the window, relieved to see him get into the back seat of a Rolls Royce.

Playboys and their toys.

As if to remind her of what she was tasked to do, Ethan Clarke groaned and leaned his head against her neck.

"Now,I got to clean up this garbage too," she commented easily. "Mr Clarke! Mr Clarke!" She tried waking him up.

He didn't wake up.

Taking him to his room upstairs would be an impossible feat. She sighed before dumping his ass on the couch and grabbing some blankets to keep him warm. Then she sat down on the lazy boy, hoping he wouldn't wake up before her and see this ridiculous situation.

"And... Cut!" Declan said. "Great work guys! Great work!"

I smiled at him, before getting off the lazy boy and throwing the blanket I was using on a sleeping Dylan.

"Hey!" He protested, as he got up.

"How can you be so heavy?" I snapped at him. I think I dislocated an arm from his weight.

"It's all muscles, Hunt. And how can you be so weak." He snapped right back.

I started to walk back towards Harry.

"I'm sorry to say this sweetheart. But you and Romeo over there have to split up today," Dylan whispered in my ear.

"Stay away from me," I said. "Why?"

"We have to meet with the executive producer today," he replied.

"Really?" I groaned.

"Oh, trust me. You'll like this one."

"And why would I?"

"I'm pretty sure you're a fan," he smirked slightly. "It's Flynn Mathers," he replied.

And with those three words, I nearly had a heart attack.

"What? Can you repeat that please?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"We're having dinner with Flynn Mathers," he repeated, smiling widely.

He was wrong. I wasn't a fan. Not at all!

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