'why is he calling me at this time of the night?' Skylar wondered skeptically.

Deciding to ignore the call, she dumped the phone back on it's side of the bed. (The to end of the bed where she always throw it)

Five minutes passed. The ringing didn't stop.

Ten minutes passed. There was still no end.

Twenty five minutes passed. Skylar held the phone in her hand. Cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

Never in her whole years of dating, plus the few days they had broken up, have Nathan put so much efforts in calling her.

'does he have any important thing to tell me?' she narrowed her eyes.

'should I pick up, or not?'

'NO. Don't give in Skylar. Don't pick up the call.'

Tick. Twenty eight minutes.

'Don't–– pick up the––– call.'

Tick. Twenty nine minutes.

'Don't pick up——the......'

Skylar's resistant broke at the count of thirty minutes. Her index finger clicking on the 'accept' button, she raised the phone up to her ear. 

"What do you want?" Her voice was small and firm. 

"Skylar.....Skylar...?" Nathan voice which always sounded like music in her ear was now something she preferred not to hear at all. "Skylar, please am sorry about what happened. Please hear me out."

Assuming Skylar was listening, he continued. "Ten minutes. Just give me ten minutes. Let's meet."

"Okay." The word came out completely opposite as what she wanted to say. Lips trembling violently "Ten minutes."

Hanging up, she buried her nose deep into her mattress. Completely cutting off her oxygen supply. She only withdraw when her face turned red, and her lungs ached badly in need of air.

'Stupid. Stupid.' She pulled on her hair, roughly. 'you were supposed to say no. You don't like him anymore, you should hate him. Hate him for everything he did. Why do you always have to be such an idiot?'

After lying in self condemnation for some seconds. she wipe her tears stained face before walking out of the room.

She texted Grayson as she exited the house. Taking a taxi to the designated location.

She sighted a familiar red porsche the moment she stepped out of the taxi. Knots forming in her stomach.

A combination of different aroma's hit her immediately she pushed the front door of the restaurant open. Eyes scanning the crowd until it feel on a particular blond.

Resisting the urge to turn around and run, she gathered a breath. Walking towards him in slow strides.

Cold chills ran through her body the moment his eyes met hers, while she stiffly take a sit opposite him.

"You came." Skylar noticed his expression was out of place with his words.

Like he had expected her to come.

'what does he take me for? A dog who keeps coming back to his every call, even after been hurt.' The logic seemed to anger Skylar. 

Nathan studied her expression, seeing she wasn't going to be saying anything any time soon, he started. "I am really sorry Skylar. I only did what I had to do."

"I had no choice, I swear. It was either that or worst––"

"Wasn't that because you didn't want to accept 'us'." All his words which once sounded as a gospel, now felt like noise in Skylar's ear.

Her words were direct and confidence, which came from the effect of the alcoholic muffins that was starting to show.

"I couldn't." Nathan reasoned sincerely. "We are both different Skylar, you and I. And you know it. I don't have just me to think off, I have to think of the whole of 'Lewis' family too. If I admit to 'us' we will be shamed."

"Of course you will be shamed." Skylar chuckled in a low tone. The tipsiness taking over her senses. "You will be shamed for dating a common, plain, black haired nerd like me. Someone who won't be able to show up first in hot search unless a guy like you ruin her life."

Although her drunken state was no different from normal, Nathan could still pick some difference.

After all, they did dated for more than four years.

"Aren't I right?" Skylar popped a brow at the end.

'he didn't refute. Of course he wouldn't refute.' Skylar laughed sadistics in her head.

'did he even ever liked me in the first place?'

"About Grayson." Nathan thoroughly avoided her question. "He is not a good person. You should stay away from him.  He is only using you to get to me."

'you...you..you...' Skylar groaned in her head. 'how come I never noticed how selfish he actually is. Love really is blind.'

"You came here to apologize because of yourself too, right?" Skylar snorted. "You never actually felt sorry. Maybe guity. You are just here to clear you conscience, aren't you?

"Skykar––". Nathan felt at lost at her new behavior which greatly contrasted with her always submissive one.

Pushing her chair back, she looked down at her ex-lover. All the love she had once had for the 'person' vanished with her words. "I came. That's right. Then this should be our official breakup."

"The next time we meet, we should be nothing but complete strangers Mr Lewis Nathan." Skylar stated.

'The next time we meet, I will be staring at you from the top, just like today.' Skylar promised.

'i will show you just how a commoner like me get into the top, hot searches without bastards like you.'

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With unsteady steps, Skylar stumbled into Grayson's abode, and her new home.

Her legs aching badly after fumbling with the password security since her brain cells decided to give up on her at the moment they were most needed.

"Grey––son. Yes. Grey––son is at his home office " She slurred and with a satisfied smile, dragged her feet's towards the said location. "I will go meet Grey––son. He will help me."

Grayson had just hanged up on a call when a drunk looking Skylar barged into his office, while chewing on his name.

"You are drunk." He sighed.

"No big umbrella friend..... I am definitely not drunk." Skylar shook her head then looked around. "Where is Grey–son? I want to talk with Grey–son. Do you know where he went umbrella friend?"

Grayson popped an eyebrow at the weird nickname, before replying. "I am Grayson. What would you like to talk to me about?"

"Umbrella friend.....? Grey–son?" Skylar stood, confused, for some seconds. Then she shrugged. 

Stumbling into the seat opposite Grayson. She leaned on the table until her face was directly infront of his.

Alcoholic breath missing with his.

"How do I get to the top?"

Taking aback by her question, Grayson narrowed his eyes at her.

'what made her so eager, and so drunk now?' He questioned.

"Be it to become an actress––a pianist." She hiccuped, the continued. "Even if I have to marry Buddha."

"I will do it. I will get to the top." She declared loudly. "I will show those bastard exactly how tough I am. I am going to crush them under my feet then send them to hell. I will show them power."

As if realizing she was not alone, she looked up from her 'self-cheering, and to Grayson. "You are going to help me umbrella friend, right?" She pouted, eyes teary and all innocent.

"I don'––."

"You promised to help me, don't think you can take it back now." Skylar snapped, directing an icy glare at him. "You can't probably be like them. If you are, I am going to crush you too. I will crush all of you. every single one of you hypocrites."

"Umbrella friend you really have to help me." The once furious Skylar abruptly became all cute again. "I must get to the top."

"Or I won't be able to crush them all. I have to crush them all." Her voice rose again.

Grayson quietly watched as she switched personalities, until her head finally hit the desk. Soft snore filtering out if her mouth.

With a sigh, he picked his phone then dialed his assistant's number. "Natasha. Remember that acting stuff from before. Bring it over tomorrow."

"Yes sir."