"Denied"
Chapter One
Jude only saw black as her senses became better aware of her surroundings. She didn't want to open her eyes, or move at all. She felt so terribly comfortable that she knew she must be in heaven. She just had the best night's sleep of her life, and she decided that she wasn't moving for anything.
Tender lips kissed her temple, and she reconsidered that last promise. Why did she not remember last night? Who would be kissing her this early? Jude lazily opened one eyes, instantly regretting it. As soon as the blur of color focused she wasn't as comfortable anymore. The thought of more sleep was put out of her head, and she opened her other eye, giving up.
She looked over at the blaring red numbers of a digital clock and saw that it was 7:13. Considering the "PM" wasn't lit up, she figured it was the morning. Jude bit her lip and looked around. There was a man standing next to the bed, looking down at her. He was wearing low riding jeans and no shirt. She giggled at the happy trial of hair that resided right under her belly button; that were her secret turn on, a happy trail. She let her eyes roam up his thin, muscular body. He was tan, and his muscles were toned. He didn't have that tough-guy look about him though, more of a hot, preppy, male model. Finally she was able to look at his face. He had a small beard on his chin but no other facial hair. His eyes were brown, as was his hair, which was as long as his chin and slightly curly. He was definitely attractive, but Jude was confused as to why he was here.
She looked around the room. Why was she here? The walls were white and the furniture was black. The drawers of the dresser, nightstands, and entertainment center were silver. The room was plain, no carpet or pictures. The floor was a dark colored, hard wood. The sheets, blanket, and pillowcase where she was currently sprawled were a shockingly clean white. This man obviously was into the modern look. The bed was heightened off the floor about a foot, needing a step to get up to it. The man walked over to his dresser and opened up a drawer. He pulled out a dark green polo and slipped it on himself. He then pulled out a white button up with purple pin stripes going down it and threw it to Jude. "Keep it," was all he said.
Jude looked at the garment confused. She sat up straighter and grabbed the shirt. It was soft, cotton, and felt nice against her calloused fingertips. She looked down at herself and realized for the first time that she was completely naked. She instantly pulled the shirt around her and buttoned it up. "Who are you?" she hissed.
"Jeremy," he laughed, "I didn't think you would remember much. You were quite the wild one at Rebellion last night." Jude instantly smacked her forehead. Rebellion was Toronto's hottest night club, and she was a frequent visitor, as were a lot of famous people. Whenever she went there, though, she ended up drinking too much and doing things she'd regret. Usually things the paparazzi captured on film. This was surely the farthest she'd gone.
"If you knew that I was wasted why would you do this?" Jude asked. Surprisingly enough she didn't have a hangover and wasn't afraid to give this guy a piece of her mind. She hated feeling like trash, something the media seemed to accomplish everyday.
"Are you kidding? You're Jude Harrison. If I have the chance of course I'm going to bang you, and trust me girl," he sat on the bed next to her, "You were ready and willing." He leaned forward and kissed her quickly. Jude pushed him away as fast as she could, but he just bit her lip and held on. Jude whimpered when he lowered her back onto the bed. Jude struggled, but he refused to let up his advances. He pulled away from her and fingered the buttons of his own dress shirt. "I need to get to work, unless something keeps me here and occupied." He eyed her chest, heaving under the shirt. Somehow he was able to pull himself away and smirk at her, "If not, you can go. There's nothing else I really wanted."
Jude, feeling cheap and used, stood. She found her bra and boy shorts on the floor and picked them up on her way out. She slipped them on under the shirt and walked through his apartment. She looked around quickly, looking for her other clothes but not finding them. She sighed and helplessly stood in the stranger's living room. He walked into the room, clasping a nice watch to his wrist. He smirked at her, "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? Where are my clothes?"
"Who knows? Who cares? Just please leave."
"I can't leave in just this! I'm Jude Harrison! People will see."
"Exactly, they'll see Jude Harrison coming out of my apartment. Now go. Don't make this harder, or more embarrassing for yourself, than it has to be."
Jude felt like she wanted to cry. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself and held back the tears as best she could. Jeremy rolled his eyes and walked towards her. He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her toward the door. "Please, stop!" she called, "I don't have anywhere else to go! Please don't do this."
"Oh, shut up. I guess that mouth of yours really is only good for one thing."
Jude bit her lip to try to stop the tears. She felt disgusting, like nothing would ever hurt so much. She was so embarrassed and disgusted. Jeremy opened his door and shoved her out into the hallway of his apartment complex. She pulled the dress shirt tighter around her, trying to cover up as much as possible. It became obvious, quickly, that it was a lost cause. The shirt itself was see-through anyway.
Jude was standing in the middle of the hallway alone, not knowing what to do. People started to come up the stairs; she could hear them. Heavy footsteps of a group of people and busy murmuring penetrated the blonde's ears. She bit her lip when a few reporters came into view. They didn't notice her yet so she needed to think fast. Jude looked over her shoulder at Jeremy's door and shook her head; there's no way he would help her. He would probably make it worse, actually. Jude looked at the door right in front of her, Jeremy's next door neighbor. This was her only hope.
"Honey!" Jude whispered, harshly, as she banged on the door, hard. She just hoped whoever owned this place was home. The reporters heard her, and she gave them a nervous smile. She knocked harder on the door and tried to strike a sexy pose for the cameras that were flashing. "Baby," she whined, "I'm waiting. Open the door already!" She giggled and winked at the cameras.
Knowing the cameras were getting a lens full Jude fluffed her hair and pursed her lips. She might as well look good as long as these people are getting pictures. She angled her body, leaning her one arm against the doorframe. She smiled at the cameras again, laughing at some of the questions. Jude pulled on Jeremy's shirt, "This is his. He said I looked sexy in it so I hoped to surprise him."
"Jude! Jude! Who's your mystery man? Is he over aged?" Many reporters called. Jude winced; she hadn't thought about age. What if some creepy old man answered the door or some innocent little child? She could be ruining this person's life. Jude casually draped her hand behind her back and crossed her fingers. She silently prayed for this to all work out.
Miraculously, it did. A tall, gorgeous man answered the door upon hearing the commotion. He was in blue, low riding, plaid pajama pants. He was shirtless, exposing his six pack and body builder arms. He was rubbing his eyes, apparently being woken up prematurely. Jude smiled widely; he looked about twenty, not too old at all. Jude wrapped her arms around him before he could say anything to mess this up. "Baby!"
"What the…"
Jude pushed him into the apartment and kicked the door shut. "Hey babes, Surprise!" She yelled, knowing the paparazzi were still outside, listening. As soon as they were inside Jude pulled away from the man. He looked at her completely confused. "Are you high?" he asked her, obviously angry. Jude smiled weakly and shrugged.
"No, I'm not on drugs. I was just…" she searched for the right words, "In a predicament. I needed a way out. I'm sorry for dragging you into all of this…um…"
"Tommy," he introduced himself, though he didn't know why.
"Hi, Tommy. I'm Jude Harrison."
"Ooh."
