A/N thanks so much for comments people! Sorry I haven't updated for so long. Finals/Midterms are coming up fast!

Claire could remember that evening so well despite her attempts to try and forget it and Connor Foley forever.

FLASHBACK

The phone rang three times before he answered. "Hullo?" He sounded like he'd just woken up.

"Hey Connor, It's Claire." There was some shuffling in the background then he answered.

"What's up?" He said. Wow, she thought, he's seems somewhat interested in what she was saying, for once.

"Mike invited me to his daughter's sweet thirteen and I was hoping you could be my date? I really don't want to go alone." She heard her chuckle on the other line.

"Sure, Dollface! When do I pick you up?" Claire smiled. His cockiness actually made him more appealing to Claire.

"Seven good? We can be fashionably late. The party's formal so wear something nice!"

"What. Are you saying there are times when I don't look nice?" Claire enjoyed their chats. Maybe we should go out more often. Claire thought to herself. She smiled.

"Pick me up at seven?" Was her reply. He chuckled and replied.

"Seven. See ya in little while." Claire put the phone down and glanced at the clock. 6:30 it read. Damn, she thought. She ran around getting ready and the time passed quickly. She was just getting into the living room when someone knocked on the front door. She opened the door and stood face to face with none other than CAM! Claire was so shocked she could hardly keep from falling over. "Oh. Uh…Cam! Wh-what are you doing here?" She stammered. He stepped through the doorway despite Claire's obvious shock.

"Visiting an old friend." He said smiling. Claire's stomach thumped. She put her hair behind one ear, nervously. "How are you?" He gave her a hug. She stood still not even moving her arms to embrace him. This is too weird, she thought.

"He-hey." She said uneasily. All of these insecurities and memories of West Chester came flooding back. She half expected Massie to come walking in the front door too. "What are you doing here?" All the while wishing she could kiss him and return to West Chester.

"My dad's here on business and we have a few days off of school because of a water main break." He didn't seem awkward at all. He seemed like the same old, sweet, kind Cam Claire had loved back home. Just then Connor strolled in the already open front door. A/N Claire and her family live in an apartment.

"Claire? You ready to--" he stopped short when he saw Cam stand in the middle of the living room. Claire gasped when she saw the bouquet of yellow roses and the small turquoise bag he was carrying.

"Wow, Connor, I don't know what to say." She walked over and grabbed his hand, leading him towards Cam. "Cam Fisher, this is Connor Foley. Connor Foley, this is Cam Fisher." Connor stuck out his hand and rigidly shook Cam's hand. The two boys were glaring at each other. "Cam." Claire said. "I'm really sorry but Connor and I have plans." Cam nodded slowly.

"I'll call you later." He said, still glaring at Connor. He gave Claire a kiss on the cheek and left.

"I brought these for you." Connor said sheepishly. Claire was surprised to see him acting this way. "Look," he said quietly, "I really like you Claire. I know I don't have the best rep. when it comes to this kind of stuff. But, give me a chance and I promise I won't ditch you for the next 'hot blonde' I see. I really, really want to be with you and only you." Claire smiled. This is what she had been hoping for but she thought there was no way it would happen. Connor Foley and Commitment didn't mix often and when they did, it didn't tend to work out. He stepped towards her, she didn't move.

A FEW WEEKS AFTER THE ABOVE FLASHBACK AND A FEW DAYS BEFORE THIS STORY BEGINS.

Honk. Honk. Honk. Claire groggily turned over in her bed and glanced at the alarm clock. 6:40, it flashed. "Shit!" She jumped out of bed and ran around her room. She had to be on set in 20 minutes. Grabbing the closest top and jeans she could find she ran into her bathroom and shut the door. She threw on her clothes and looked at her hair, it was completely disheveled. "Maybe staying out til eleven isn't such a good idea…"she said to herself. Running a brush through her tangled hair, she picked up her Blackberry and called her chauffeur, Marco. "Marco?" she said, "We need to go now." After she had hung up she gathered everything she needed and shoved it all into her huge Marc Jacobs bag. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed a power bar and vitamin water out of the fridge. Her mother was in the kitchen eating breakfast and reading the newspaper.

"Sweetheart," Judi said, " where are you off to in such a rush? It's only six forty five." Claire groaned as she returned to the kitchen.

"Work, Mom! I have to be on set in 15 minutes!!" Judy seemed completely oblivious to her daughter's urgency.

"Well," she sighed. "Have a nice day dear." She unfolded her newspaper as Claire dashed out the front door and straight into the car. She rubbed her arms, all she had on was ¾ length tee shirt. She glanced up and saw Marco's raised eyebrows in the rearview mirror.

"A little chilly out there Miss?" She smiled, obviously embarrassed and sat back in her seat. Without another word they were off. For the entire fifteen minute car ride Claire was off in her own little world. She thought about Connor. Playing out their last date, thinking about when she'd go out with him again. They'd been a couple for three weeks now and he showed no signs of boredom or regret. Claire gave a contented sigh and stared out the window.

They arrived at the set and Claire nearly hurt herself getting out of the car. She didn't even wait for Marco to come open her door. She sprinted to her trailer and made it inside just in time to see the clock strike seven. She sighed and sat down at the small table. She wasn't alone for long. One of her co-stars, Sarah came into her trailer. The door slamming behind her, "Unbelievable!" She said sharply. "It's bad enough I have to share a trailer with her but she's got her stupid boyfriend in there 'visiting' and she freaking kicked me out! Ugh!" She threw herself down on the couch across from Claire.

"Come on," Claire said encouragingly, "it can't be that bad." Sarah sat straight up and walked over, taking a seat across the table from Claire.

"Oh. It is. She is so diva-ish. It drives me insane. I just want to get out of there!" She paused for a moment. Obviously thinking. "I just wish I had a friend who would share their trailer during my time of need but, alas," throwing her hand against her forehead dramatically, "I have no friends in Hollywood." Claire rolled her eyes and stood up.

"Come on," she said, "let's go get your stuff." Sarah giggled and the two girls walked across the lot to Sarah's trailer.

When they got to the door, Claire could hear shrieks of laughter and giggles coming from inside, "Sounds like they're having fun." Claire shrugged.

"Oh," Sarah said, "I bet they are." Sarah opened the door and went inside, Claire followed close behind her. They were greeted with the sight of Abby Boyd, their obnoxious co-star, sitting on the lap of some guy. Obviously, her latest conquest and soon to be ex-boyfriend, his back was turned so Claire couldn't really tell who it was. Sarah rolled her eyes and walked to grab her bag. Claire stood waiting while Sarah tried to break them up long enough to tell Abby she was leaving and probably wouldn't come back. They broke apart and both turned, Claire tried to catch a glimpse of his face but Abby's hand was blocking it. Sarah motioned towards Claire and Abby and her boyfriend turned to look. It was then that Claire's eyes met those of Connor Foley's! Her boyfriend, not Abby's! Connor tried to stand up but Abby wouldn't get off his lap.

"Claire! Wait, I can ex--" Claire could feel her eyes welling up with tears.

"I trusted you." Claire could hardly hold back tears. Just as he managed to stand up, she took off, sprinting. Claire could hear his footsteps behind her getting closer but she didn't even dare turn around. She got into her trailer and slammed the door in Connor's face. She locked it and ignored his banging.

"Claire! Come on!" He hit the door hard. "I just need to explain! Please let me in! I know we can work through this!" He kept knocking. Claire was afraid he might knock the door completely down. She picked up her phone and pressed speed dial #4.

Sarah answered. "Claire? What the hell was that?" Claire took a deep breath trying to calm herself down.

"I'll ex-explain t-to y-y-you later." Claire choked out. "C-can you call sec-security and have C-c-connor F-foley re-removed from the s-set?" Claire burst into sobs.

"Yeah, no problem." Both girls hung up. Claire sat down on the couch and sobbed. She was so humiliated. He had gone behind her back and made out with someone else. Not just anyone either, Abby Boyd, her least favorite person in the world. She grew angrier with every thought. Got up and went into the small bathroom. She splashed water on her face and dried it with the small washcloth. She looked at herself in the mirror. She remembered West Chester. She remembered Massie and the PC and Cam. She looked at her reflection. Her hair was longer and thicker than it had been, she wore make-up something used to hardly ever do. Despite everything, she still saw a flash of the old Claire, the meek, little seventh grader who wore Keds and her first day in Hollywood spilled water over the front of her t-shirt and whose friends saw her as an attachment easily removed. God, she thought, I miss that. Claire was startled when her assistant, Marissa came in.

"Hair and Make-up now." She yelled. Claire took one last look at herself, took a deep breath and left the trailer.