Monday, 12-18-06
9:02 AM.
The mortifying, high pitched shrill of her voice made me shudder with disgust. The bimbo, as I like to call her, wrapped her perfectly manicured fingers around Tommy's neck, sucking the air out of his lungs and igniting a fire within his chest. A strangled sob flowed off of his perfectly constructed lips. His eyes bulged out of their sockets mimicking a mouse desperately trying to rid itself of a snake's grasp.
I stood back, watching the scene unfold in front of me. I have to admit she was beautiful in the model sort of way; typical Quincy type. Long blonde hair, thin, and perfectly tanned, she was what every man could ask for. No matter how pretty, it was her sticky, candy-coated voice and air-head mentality that made me want to send a bullet piercing through her skull; not to mention the fact that she had her hands wrapped around my Tommy.
Wait, not my Tommy. I'm with Spied and Tommy's too old. I'm with Spied and I'm happy. He's cute, funny..., and a complete moron. Face it Jude, he's immature, incompetent, and idiotic. He has a brain the size of a pinprick and a strange obsession with cavemen. Why was I with him again?
Oh, right. Because it was convenient, it was safe, it was what everyone wanted me to do. Don't get me wrong, I love Spied, but not in the way he wants me to. There's no use putting up a charade when I know the truth. I'm madly in love with Tom Quincy.
The snap of a pair of limp, yet well crafted nails broke me out of my thoughts and the she-witch stood in front of me, her hand resting on her hip and an aggravated gleam in her eyes.
"You know if you take a picture, it'll last longer." she snapped. "It's rude to eavesdrop of other people's conversations."
I guess there has to a villain in every story.
The sharp tongue I had acquired after spending so much time with Tommy immediately shifted into gear.
"Oh I'm sorry. I was trying to see if I could decipher idiot." She recoiled in shock and Tommy pushed himself in between us.
Score one for Jude, zero for bimbo.
"Uh, Sandy you were saying something about working here?" My body cringed at the thought of having the bimbo around twenty-four seven.
"Oh yeah," She sounded like a reject from a Barbie commercial. "Well I had just lost my job bartending at the club when I ran into Kwesty. He said that they were looking for secretaries here so I came and of course I got the job. I mean, who turn down this?" She spun around as if modeling a dress, or in her case it would be an incoherent scrap of clothing.
Tommy's eyes traveled down her body, memorizing every curve; typical stupid male. He sure snapped out of it when he felt the heel of my boot dig into the back of his leg.
Must thank Sadie for buying me these boots.
I stepped forward, running my fingers down Tommy's arm. "Sorry to interrupt, but Tom we have to get back to work."
"Oh, right. You're Tommy's little artist aren't you. Tommy, so glad to see that you're still doing charity work."
Time to pull out the heavy artillery.
"Tom, do me a favor and go stand in the sound booth, k?" He exchanged a quick glance between me and Sandy for making a beeline for the booth. As soon a I heard the door click shut I took another step towards her.
"Look why don't you go back to the sad girl with a guitar bit. It seemed to work for you, that is until Shay dumped you on national television." My face must've shown my shock, and yet she continued. "How did I know? You know my sister Eden, don't you?"
"You know what, just go back to your fake nails and breast implants, but stay away from Tommy. Got it?"
"Aww, she has a little crush on Tom. How cute, but sweetie isn't he a little too old for you? I mean, you're what fourteen? Face it sweetie, he likes his women to be women. Tommy's mine, leave it at that."
She was definitely related to Eden. I knew I could smell the she-bitch on her when I walked into the room If I didn't like my job, I would've pounced her right there. The image of her mangled body would of brought tears of joy to my eyes. Tommy must have a sixth sense, because he flew out of the booth before my fist connected with her face.
"Jude! We better be getting to work." He wrapped an arm around my waist and guided me to the door. As we reached it, he turned back to face Sandy. "I'm not your property Sandy. Face it, you were just another meaningless screw." As if on cue, he leaned in and kissed my cheek, before leading me out of the studio.
I knew there was a reason I loved him.
