Okay, so, in case some of y'all didn't know, I changed my characters name to Jamie. I had decided I didn't like the name October as much
DISCLAIMER: You know I don't own Big Time Rush, but I do own the Dallas'
POV: Jamie Dallas
"C'mon!" Camille begged and tugged on my arm.
"You really want me to come audition with you?"
"Yes! When you rehearse with me, I seem to do better. It's, like. . .like, you are my lucky charm."
"Yeah, Kendall used to say that too, but about hockey," I followed her down the stairs, "Careful, if you kill me, I can't audition with you."
"Where is he?" we walked out of the lobby.
"He, um, he's been hanging out with Jo a little more."
"I noticed, I think they like each other," she smiled, "Isn't that great?"
"For them, yes," I sighed.
"What's wrong?" she stopped and stepped in front of me, "we aren't moving until you tell me what's up."
"I like Kendall. I have for the longest time, and now some blonde chick comes and steals him away," my voice broke.
"Oh, Jamie," she hugged me, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you-"
"It's fine," I insisted and she let me go.
"Forget about Kendall, what about Carlos?"
"Oh, the guy that runs into walls for a living?" I smiled and shook my head.
"Okay," we took a cab, "bad idea, what about James?"
"Hmm. . .James and Jamie. Pass, besides, he likes my cousin, you know, Hallie."
"Oh, that's right. . .Logan is mine, remember that," we hopped into the taxi.
"Don't worry, he and I are friends."
"You were awesome!" Camille dragged me into the lobby.
"There he is," I nodded towards Kendall.
She turned around, "Oh yeah," then turned back to me, "You helped me, so I'm gonna help you."
"How're you going to do that?"
"I'm going to tell you something."
"Which would be?"
"Go talk to the guy!" she pushed me forward.
"I will, thanks," I walked away from her and towards Kendall.
"Hey, Jamie," Kendall smiled.
"Hey, Kendall, I was. . .um. . .wondering."
"Hi," Jo tapped my shoulder, "mind if I talk to you for a moment?"
"I guess not, I'll be back in a minute."
"That's alright," Kendall smiled.
Jo pulled me outside. Her happy expression turned harder.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Kendall."
"Okayyyy. . .what about him?"
"He's gonna be mine, so stay away."
"I don't think so," I went back into the lobby. Thank god Kendall was still there, "Hey, sorry about that."
"No problem," he smiled and leaned against Mr. Bitters' desk, "what were you going to say?"
"Kendall," Jo stood in between us, "wanna go see that new movie with me?"
"Um, sure, Jo."
She smiled and left.
"What were you going to say?"
"Nothing. . .it's not important anymore. See ya around," I turned around before the tears could fall.
I knew it was a bad idea.
He kissed me and he still goes after another girl. I'm such an idiot.
I stomped into my apartment and slammed the door shut.
"Hey," Hallie and James were playing guitar, "What's going on?"
"What does it matter?" I shouted at he and stormed into my bedroom.
I closed the door and leaned against it.
The tears began to fall.
"Stupid Kendall," I mumbled to myself.
As I did this, I noticed the picture of him and me that sat on my dresser.
Almost instantly, I picked it up and threw it against the wall.
The glass in the frame shattered and scattered across the floor.
"I hate him!" I punched the wall.
A loud smash was the result.
I didn't get hurt, but I dented to wall.
Oops.
"Jamie?" a male voice muffled through the door.
"Go away, James."
"It's not James."
I got up and opened the door," Then who-"
Carlos was standing in front of me, "You okay?"
"I'm. . .I'm totally fine. I swear it."
"Then why're you crying?" he wiped a tear from my cheek, "Jamie, please tell me. I care about you."
He cares about me. Maybe that's why we were friends for so long.
"You do?"
"I do," he held me tight and let me cry freely.
Who would've thought Carlos would be my shoulder to cry on? Literally?
Okay, I don't know what to say about this chapter. So maybe you can help me by reviewing it ;)
