Hey, guys! So, I'm back from my hiatus with a chapter! But first, shout outs go to: Kathy0518, AussieR5, ihasredchair, FireworkRR75, WeirdMinded Girl and all the guests. Here is chapter 11!

"But how? Your last name is Gregory," I said, in a very confused tone. Brody sighed, before his hand went up to his hair. He grabbed a fistful of chestnut brown locks and the bangs on his forehead lifted. A small gasp escaped me as he took off the hair/wig completely and put it on the mahogany table top.

"I am not Brody Ashton Gregory. I never was. My real name is Chase Adrian Lancaster," he said in a casual tone. Straight jet black strands of hair fell across his face, framing his features much better than his wig ever did. As I examined his face, I realized I knew exactly who Brody really had been. He was Adrian Parker, a famous womanizing actor.

"Aren't you Adrian Parker?" I asked, though I already knew the oncoming response. Brody/Chase yawned.

"Yes, I am, but Adrian Parker is only a stage name. I am a Lancaster, after all. Being an actor with that name will cause trouble," Chase said, his hands going to his eyes, where he easily plucked out his green contact lenses. His real eyes were a very dark brown, almost black.

"But your name…" Chase cut me off as smoothly as if he was cutting air with a samurai sword.

"Was a lie. Great God, your naivety is rather worrying. Are you really this dim?" Chase said in a bored tone. I gave him an angry glare. Without any previous thought, I slapped him straight across the face. A loud sound echoed through the room as my left hand collided with his face. His head turned to the right sharply. There was a red handprint on his left cheek where I slapped him. I held my hands to my chest, afraid that I'd lose it again and slap him. Suddenly, Chase laughed out loud, cradling his left cheek as he turned his head to face me again.

"Aah, you are such an interesting woman. And I had thought I'd seen it all," Chase said, chuckling.

"Why did you lie about your identity? Why did you pretend to be my friend, if you think I'm so stupid?" I asked softly, the question slipping out of my mouth before I could react.

"Why? I wonder. My parents had asked me to observe you, to see what you're made of. They wanted to see if you had potential," he said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. I gently let my hands fall.

"You didn't answer the second question," I said, in a clear voice. A ghost of a smile appeared on Chase's face, though perhaps, it may have been too smug for a smile.

"Sharp little thing, aren't you? As for that, who knows?" Chase said with a sigh. He opened the first button of his shirt and loosened his tie, before raking the same hand through his black hair.

"You intrigued me… I have never been more fascinated by anyone in a long time, till you came along," Chase said with a shrug. A realization hit me.

"You sent the dress, didn't you?" I asked, simply to confirm.

"Yes, I did. I was the one who convinced Austin to bring the CD to Deena, and the one who made Sadie feel threatened by you. I planned this night. I always planned to reveal myself to you. After all, our old game has grown quite boring. It needed new twist," he said, speaking in the air of someone who didn't care about anything, as long as they have their desired outcome. A burning rage built inside of me.

"Everything was just a game to you then?" I said, fighting to keep my voice level.

"Yes. Life's a game to me, after all" Chase said. I spun on my heel and ran out, knowing that if I stayed there longer, I might have slapped him again.

I ran down the hall, tears streaming down my face. My heels were long gone. I had thrown them somewhere in my blind haste to put as much distance between me and Chase's office as possible. Elliot had the decency to tell me where the exit was, so at the moment I was now somewhere in one of the floors of the Lancaster House. I leaned against the wall of the hall, collapsing as I did so, as if all of the feelings of frustration and anger and betrayal came crashing down on me like a bag of bricks.

I put my face into my hands and sobbed.

"Ally?" I looked up at the familiar voice. It was Austin.

"Austin?" I asked, before everything turned black.

When I awoke, I was in a rather lavish four poster bed in a foreign room. I got up. As I did so, a warm towel fell from my forehead and landed on my lap.

"Hey," I turned to see Austin get up from a chaise lounge next to the bed. He sat at the foot of the bed instead.

"Tell me what's wrong," he said. I opened my mouth to speak.

After I told Austin my story, he seemed shocked.

"That must have been awful," Austin said sympathetically.

"I trusted him," was all I said. Austin looked down for a moment, before he walked over to a radio and put in a CD. Beautiful dance music began to pour from the object. Austin bowed and held out his hand.

"You never got your chance to dance after all, and it makes no sense to waste a pretty dress. So, can I have this dance, Allison Dawson?" he asked.

"I don't know how to dance," I said. Austin smiled, and took my hand, gently pulling me up. He started to sing as we danced.

Take my hand, take a breath

I'll pull you close and take one step

Keep your eyes locked on mine

And let the music be your guide

Won't you promise me?

(Now won't you promise me,

That you'll never forget)

We'll keep dancing

(To keep dancing)

Wherever we go next

It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding

Someone like you

It's one in a million, the chances of feeling

The way we do

And with every step together

We just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance?

(Can I have this dance?)

Can I have this dance?

Take my hand, I'll take the lead

And every turn will be safe with me

Don't be afraid

I'm afraid to fall

You know I'll catch you through it all

And you can't keep us apart

(Even a thousand miles can't keep us apart)

'Cause my heart is wherever you are

It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding

Someone like you

It's one in a million, the chances of feeling

The way we do

And with every step together

We just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance?

(Can I have this dance?)

Can I have this dance?

Oh, no mountain's too high and no ocean's too wide

'Cause together or not, our dance won't stop

Let it rain, let it pour, what we have is worth fighting for

You know I believe that we were meant to be! Oh!

It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding

Someone like you

It's one in a million, the chances of feeling

The way we do

And with every step together

We just keep on getting better

Austin pulled me closer.

So can I have this dance

(Can I have this dance)

"Can I have this dance?", he sang, softly caressing my cheek as he puts his face closer to mine.

"Can I have this dance?" I replied.

"Can I have this dance?" we sang together. He closed his eyes and I closed mine, as he cradled my cheek and drew me closer to his face…

Until our lips touched for the first time.

Yes, they just kissed.

The song is from High School Musical 3 and is called Can I Have This Dance, a duet with Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron. I thought this was a really appropriate song for them in the end. But I will use the songs that you guys suggested in other chapters. I did some minor tweaking on some lyrics of the song and as to who sings each line.

So, I've finally written down my plan to this story. A surprise may just come for you in the next chapter. Now, I want to hear from you guys. What are your thoughts on this chapter? Got a request as to what happens in the chapter? Favorite, Follow and tell me through Reviews and PMs! See ya next week!