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Chapter two – What's normal?

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Tom's PoV

The look on her face made my day. A mix of 'wow, you're cute' and 'God, you were in a boy band!' I had never in my life gotten that reaction. The guy's reaction was a lot more 'God, you were in a boy band!' and a lot less 'wow, you're cute.'

"Yeah, but that's long since over," I told them, eyeing her to gauge her reaction.

Her mouth hung open for a moment, then she swallowed hard, obviously trying to form her words carefully. God, this girl was cute. "I…I can see that." I chuckled at her response and she blushed a deep shade of red. "I mean, my sister—Sadie—she used to listen to your CD's all the time. She's obsessed. I think you'd really like her."

After she stopped rambling, she looked like she wanted to slap herself. If only she knew how cute she looked. "Ah, and does this sister of yours need a spare tee-shirt, too?" Her eyes widened, having forgotten all about her shirt.

"Oh, I…" She stumbled over her words.

"Come on. I'll take you to my place." If it was possible, her face got a shade deeper. I shook my head. Where has this girl been all my life? I put an arm around her shoulders, steering her out the door. Her dorky friend followed close behind us, just dying to put his arm around her like this.

"Jude, I'll follow you guys, okay?" he said, trying to get in between us.

"Whatever, Emo," I muttered, stopping in front of G Major and searching the parking lot for my Viper.

"You work here?" she asked incredulously.

"When I'm not singing in boy bands, yeah." I smiled wide at her and she glanced down at her shoes. God, this was fun. When's the last time I had someone trying not to like me? Whoever said the chase was the best part was definitely on to something.

"Ha, ha…very funny." Her friend gave me a look that said he disapproved and wished I'd take my arm off of his secret dream girl. So I gave him a look that said 'Shove off, emo.'

"Do you know Eden?" she asked me quietly. Oh, great. I knew there had to be something wrong with her. She couldn't be perfect. She was an Eden fan.

I rolled my eyes and took my arm off her shoulders. "Yeah. She's my artist." Jude gave me a look. "I'm her producer."

"What do you think of her?" she asked me. Now, what could I say to that? If she was an Eden fan, she'd want me to like her. If she wanted me to be honest, well…let's just say Eden's everything I hate about music.

"She's…Eden." Yeah, that sounded intelligent. Try again. "I mean, she's got her own style, and—"

Jude scoffed. "Yeah, if you think every pop singer out there has 'their own style'." My eyes widened. Okay, so maybe she wasn't an Eden fan. And maybe she was perfect.

Here goes nothing. "Want the truth? I think Eden is crap." Her friend's eyes grew three sizes. "I mean, I guess she can sing. But she's everything I hate about music. She cares more about her hair than her sound and she would rather go shopping than record a new kick-ass single."

"She doesn't even play guitar," she muttered under her breath. I smirked.

"And you do?"

She gave me a look and her friend raised his eyebrow at me. "Yeah, I do."

Now it was my turn to eat my words. Where has this girl been all my life? "I'm shocked. And intrigued," I added, smirking at her.

That fire that had been there when we had been talking about Eden quickly disappeared and her shy attitude returned. I wasn't sure which one I liked more. A girl who could fight back? Or a girl I could teach to fight back? Or a little bit of both? Now, that I could get used to.

"Jude?" Her best friend tapped her on the shoulder. "Can we get that shirt? Your mom's gonna be worried."

She turned to face me. "T-Tommy?"

I grinned. "Tom's fine."

"Okay. Tom." The fire was back. Yeah, I definitely preferred the fire. "My shirt's just about dry, so…I'm just gonna head home." I was hurt. You mean this whole shirt thing wasn't just a way to ditch creepy friend and head back to my place? Ouch. Point one for 'Hey Jude.'

I cocked my head to the side, trying my best to look innocent. "Maybe I'll see you around." Walking past her, I brushed my arm against hers, hoping the electricity would be enough for her to remember me by. I nudged her friend on the way past. "Bye, Emo."

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Jude's PoV

As he walked by, I could feel his arm brush against mine. A shiver went through my body and I shook it out. Something was definitely wrong with me. I needed to go see a doctor.

"Jude?" Jamie's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I looked at him, a hurt look on his face. "You ready to go home?"

"Yeah." Home is what I needed. A warm bed. A lobotomy. Anything to make me forget that feeling surging through my body.

The drive home was silent. But I'm not sure I could have formed sentences anyway. My mind was still trying to wrap itself around the fact that I might have just flirted with an ex-boybander. And he might have just flirted back. And most importantly, I might have just liked it.

And he wanted to see me again. Unless that was my imagination twisting his words around. It's not like I really wanted to see him. But maybe I did.

See, my brain was dead.

"Jude?" I really needed to stop losing myself in my thoughts. Shaking my head, I faced Jamie.

"Hmm?"

"We're home." I looked around. Yep, we were. He stared at me, a look of concern in his eyes. "You okay? You seem distracted."

I nodded, trying to look convincing. "Yeah. I'm just tired. I didn't get coffee, remember?"

Jamie frowned. "Yeah, I know." What was that in his voice? "I'll see you later, okay?"

Opening the passenger door, I slipped out. I closed the door behind me, leaning in the window. "See you later, Jamie."

He smiled at me. "Of course, Harrison." Now, there's the normal Jamie.

Now if only we could find the normal Jude.

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