Jo wasn't stupid. Nor was she blind and deaf.

She saw all the fleeting glances. She saw the downright stares. She saw the concern that creased her boyfriend's brows whenever the brunette limped down to the pool. She saw the adoration reflected in the chocolate-brown irises, and how it was reflected right back. She saw the clench of the blonde's jaw when he caught sight of Camille next to Logan. She saw how Kendall would stalk right up to the two brunettes and make up some stupid excuse to get Logan away from the method actress. She saw all the seemingly innocent touches, that seemed to linger way too long to be considered so. She saw the wide smiles that adorned their faces when they were together by the pool, side by side. She saw the love light up their eyes every time the other party was around – which was all the time now that she thought about it.

Now, Jo knew – in her heart, that the green-eyed blonde haired singer was not hers, was never hers to begin with. She knew she wouldn't stand a chance against the smaller brunette. (Not that her pride will ever let her admit that out loud.) But if there was one thing Jo was, she was stubborn. Obstinate, even. Kendall Knight was her boyfriend, and he was hers, damn it.

She refused to let go.

She continued dating Kendall, even though she could tell the blonde was anything but into it.

Sure, Kendall tried to break up with her – countless times in fact. She never did let him. Jo was after all an actress. With a couple tears and threats of suicide, Kendall was back right next to her side, where he should be.

Jo was acting like a bitch, and she knew it. She knew she was making their lives hell. But she couldn't bring herself to stop. She constantly told herself that if she kept at it, Kendall would return to her, heart and all (Even though she knew this wasn't ever going to happen.) And so she did.

She watched as both Logan and Kendall became empty shells of their former selves.

She saw the miserable glances the two shot at each other. She saw the tear-filled brown eyes gazing sadly at them whenever she would plant a kiss on the taller male. She saw the pain in the emerald irises when he couldn't do anything to stop the brunette's tears. She saw the longing looks Kendall would shoot over her shoulder when Logan emerged at the pool. She saw the sad, watery smiles Logan gave Kendall when they brushed past each other. She saw the light in their eyes slowly fade out until all she could see was a dark abyss of despair and pain.

Logan walked up to her one day with a dead look in his normally warm irises and told her he gave up. "On what?" She had sneered.

"Everything."

Kendall was finally hers.

She should be glad really. After all, wasn't that what she always wanted? And she didn't even have to do anything; Logan just gave up like that. It wasn't her fault. Kendall was her boyfriend, was hers. Logan deserved it.

Jo convinced herself just that.

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She wasn't convinced.

The guilt gnawing at the back of her mind left her sleepless almost every night. And the rare nights where she fell asleep, usually ended with Jo gasping awake after a nightmare.

Jo wasn't stupid. Nor was she blind or deaf.

She just didn't want to admit it.

Now she has to.

Kendall Knight was never hers, could never be hers. His heart has always belonged to the smaller brunette. She was delusional to think he could truly belong to her.

(Jo left for a movie role in New Zealand the very next day. The only thing she left behind was a small slip of paper, scribbled on in Jo's cursive handwriting: "I'm sorry." Her pride didn't let her admit the rest.)