Hey guys! In this chapter you see what happens in Wonder's new relationship with Jorge. but what happens when Liam comes for a visit? and Wonder finds out some deep dark secrets about her dead sister Lucky and pop superstar Kayla. Maybe Wonder will even come out with the secret her family has been hiding this entire time! Please review (:
For our first date, Jorge had ended up taking me to a really nice restaurant for dinner and thankfully, I was hardly recognized by any fans. Jorge was extremely romantic and came off strong from the beginning. He brought me flowers before the show and bought me chocolates for no reason at all. Tig advised us not to publicize our relationship because it would have a negative influence over us.
I didn't mean to seem so easy, but with Jorge and me spending some much time together on the road, it didn't take us very long to get intimate. We had sex after three weeks of dating and I have to admit, I was surprised we made it that long. Sex with Jorge was very different than sex with Liam. Even though they were both eighteen, Jorge seemed a lot more experienced and he didn't rush.
The best part was that Jorge actually liked me- a lot. He was truly someone I could talk to about anything. He listened to me like no one else. He shared so much with me.
It was a random day in august when Liam decided to visit his dad on tour. We had said hello to each other in front of everyone when he first came in as a formality, but we both knew that we had to talk privately.
"Hey" I said when he entered my tour bus.
"This is a nice bus you have" he told me. "Your show was great."
I looked at him, wondering why he was bothering with small talk. "You can sit down." I told him, playing along.
"So I hear you have a boyfriend." he said as he sat down on the couch across from me.
"Well it's not like you were going to ask me"
He sighed. "My dad keeps telling me how much of a great girl you are.
How I shouldn't blow it with you."
I narrowed my eyes. "Is that why your here Liam?" I asked him.
"Because your dad told you?"
"no." he replied. "That's not why I'm here. I wanted to apologize if I made you upset."
"Well thanks." I said half heartedly.
"I didn't mean to be an asshole; I was just so caught up in Kayla. I didn't treat you the way you should have been."
I softened up, but only a little. "Its fine, Liam. I'm over it.
Really." and I was, for the most part. I no longer had feelings for him, not since Jorge. "So what about Kayla? Have you spoken to her?"
He looked at me strangely. "No, ever since she fired my dad I think she's made it pretty clear she no longer wants to speak to me." he looked pissed off. "Thank you, by the way, for hiring my dad and all."
"Thank you? It's me who should be thanking him. He's great," I told him. "I'm not really sure what Kayla's deal is. I haven't really spoken to her since her tour ended."
"Well I know why she doesn't like me; I just don't understand her attitude about it. I mean maybe I was out of line by flirting with her but... still."
"Why would you flirting with her be out of line? I know you may not be the kind of guy she is usually interested in but it doesn't mean you're not a nice guy."
Liam looked surprised, and then he laughed at me. "Wonder, Kayla doesn't have a type of guy. At all."
I was silent, processing what he had said. "Are you implying that she's gay? Uh, uh. No way!"
"Oh my god! Are you serious? Have you seen her and Jules? Her and Lucky? Wonder, come on. It's no secret."
"How do you know?" I asked him. It made sense in a way. Kayla was always locked up in her tour bus with Jules, and then there was the way everyone close to her laughed whenever an interviewer or fan asked if she had a boyfriend. "And what do you mean by 'her and Lucky'?"
"Shit, Wonder. I don't want to be the one to tell you this."
I glared at him. "You brought it up. Tell me!"
"Kayla and Lucky were more than just friends. Kayla told me a while back that they were intimate." he said careful not to make eye contact.
"What the fuck? No," I said not believing a word. "I can see it in
Kayla, but you misheard her. It wasn't Lucky. She must have been talking about someone else."
He sighed. "Maybe," he said sounding doubtful.
"Wonder, we are going to the ice cream shop. Do you guys wanna come?"
Kelly asked Trina and I. Kelly was a member in Destiny's Child.
"I don't want to." Trina said. "I'll catch up with you guys later."
"Hey Trina," I said once we were alone. "I read on a website that
Kayla was a lesbian. You don't think that can be true, do you?" even though I thought it was more than just a rumor, I decided to play it cool.
"You know that you can't believe everything you read. There has to be some reason you are asking me about this particular thing." she replied, seeing right through me.
"Well, she just seems to be kind of cozy with her assistant sometimes.
Maybe I'm just over analyzing."
Trina shrugged. "I wouldn't be surprised. It's not the first time she's been cozy with a girl"
I held my breath. "I need to ask you something and I want you to tell me the truth. Don't bother to spare my feelings." She looked at me as if she already knew what I was going to ask. "Were Lucky and Kayla more than just friends?"
She sighed. "Yes. They were." she told me. "Who told you?"
"Liam." I had already told Trina about everything that had happened between Liam and me.
I felt my eyes tear up. I was upset. Not because Lucky was a lesbian, but because she never told me. We were so close.
"Why wouldn't she tell me something like that? I thought I knew her better, but that is a huge part of her life. How did I not know? God, even Liam knew and he never even met her!"
"Wonder no! She was going to tell you eventually. The reason she didn't sooner wasn't because she didn't trust you. She just needed time. They didn't even tell me."
"How do you know?"
"One day when we were all hanging out I walked in on them making out.
It kind of freaked me out, but I got over it eventually." she told me.
"I was just afraid that Trinity, our girl group, wasn't going to work out. I felt like a third wheel and Kayla and I never really got along well anyways."
"I would have accepted her. She was my sister and my best friend.
Nothing could have changed that."
"I understand. Kayla and I may not be on speaking terms but she will always be one of my best friends. She can be a real bitch, but did you know she still sends me and my mom both presents on our birthdays? She has a funny way of showing it, but she is a really caring person."
I laughed. "Yes she has a funny way of showing it."
"What's wrong?" Jorge asked me when he walked into my trailer.
I had been crying after all the new discoveries about Lucky. I wasn't mad at her, but my stomach was still shaken about the whole thing. "I'm fine." I said knowing I couldn't fool him.
"Wonder, you can tell me anything."
I sighed. "Apparently, my sister was a lesbian. I know it's a tough thing to share, but I'm upset she never told me." I quickly tried to dry my tears knowing how selfish I was sounded.
He was silent for a moment. "I'm not sure what to say because I've never met Lucky and I've never had a gay family member, but I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt you." he said while rubbing my back.
"I know, I know. Lucky was the one who had to go through this practically by herself and I'm just upset just because I didn't know as much as I thought as I did. I just feel like my time was cut short." my voice was shaky. "If she was still here I would know all these things about her. We would have forever to tell each other everything."
Jorge kissed me. "I'm sorry about your loss. When my mom died it practically killed me. She was my only close family."
I suddenly felt extremely grateful for my mom. So caught up in my sorrow, I almost forgot about what I have. "How did she die?"
"Breast cancer, it was horrible."
"Jorge, I'm sorry I asked. That's so sad."
"It's okay. You told me about Lucky. I'm just grateful we are so trusting in one another and we don't keep secrets.
Hearing Jorge say that made me feel extremely guilty. I was keeping a huge secret from him. My eyes welled up. "Lucky's death isn't the only bad thing about my family."
"Every family has problems. What's wrong?" he asked.
"I don't know if I can tell you. I've never told anyone outside my family this." I said. I wanted to tell Jorge, but I wasn't sure how he would react. I wasn't sure how I would react either.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Just know that I'll always be here, no matter what."
I took a deep breath. He was too nice, it didn't seem possible. "Just promise you won't jump to conclusions. Please just take my word for it."
"Of course." He said sincerely.
"When I was about six years old my dad had developed a hobby for drinking. He was an alcoholic, and he always came home drunk from work. He was very… violent." I admitted. I turned away from Jorge, not wanting him to see my tears.
"Wonder, what happened?" he asked.
"He hit my mom… more than once; a couple of times, actually. One time when telling me to go to my room he threw me against the stairs. I don't think he meant to do it, because after he apologized a bunch of times."
"Did somebody call the cops?"
"No, but my mom did leave him. We moved to grandma's house for a while, but then my parents got back together. He was only like that when he was drunk, like he was a whole other person."
"Does he drink anymore?" Jorge asked me.
"Since the day my mom took him back, I have never seen him drink. I was scared when Lucky died that maybe it would set him off, but it didn't. It scares me, the way he acted. I had nightmares about it when I was a kid." I explained to him. "But the man in my nightmares isn't really my dad, he just looks like him. I'm not afraid of my dad. I love my dad." I sobbed.
Jorge looked at me understandingly. I don't think he really understood what I was saying, but I could tell he was trying.
"My dad tries to apologize but I don't like to talk about it, so we don't. We don't bring it up much in my family, except for my mom. She's not angry anymore, she is just glad my dad got over it."
"I think that's a really good thing." Jorge replied. "It's one thing to walk away from a bad relationship, but if he has changed for this long, I think he truly means it. He must really love you."
I smiled. "I know he does. It's just weird trying to block out the past, you know?"
"You need to be happy. Why don't we get ice cream?" he offered.
Unbelievably, I smiled. "That sounds amazing."
For the video of my third single "Sometimes" I called back the man that helped make my first video a hit- Nigel Dick. He was a great director, although his name doesn't lie. He could be a major dick, pushing me to work faster than possible and not allowing enough breaks; but one thing I did like about Nigel is that he always listened to me, and there is nothing I like better than control. Now that my school-theme video was obviously a success, he asked me what I wanted to do for the video of "Sometimes" before coming up with any of his own ideas.
"I want it to be on a beach." I told him.
"I'm not sure, because I didn't direct your last video, but wasn't "Genie in a Bottle" on the beach?" he answered skeptically. He was right, "Genie in a Bottle" was shot at the beach, but it was at night with a bonfire while I rolled around in the sand. This was going to be different.
"Yeah, but its summer! The song comes out this August and there is nothing better to do in the summer but go to the beach! Kids my age will love it" I persuaded.
"I would normally say no way, but I trust you. You are the teenager after all."
The video ended up being shot in Malibu, not far from where we shot "Genie". The video was in complete daylight, and instead of me dancing on cars, we did a lot of beauty shots. I put on a dress and posed at a picnic, wore a big sweatshirt on the beach, looked at my love interest from the pier, watched him from a beach house, and finally a dance number on the boardwalk.
Everything went well, until I sprained my ankle during the dance scene. One of the wooden logs on the boardwalk was loose and let out when I stepped on it. My mom, who came down to see the set, was terrified. Tig had to calm her down for twenty minutes while Steve cussed out "Dick". I was okay though. It's amazing what a doctor with a cast could do. In two days I was able to finish the rest of the video and all was good.
Only minutes after finishing the final scene of the video, I got a phone call from someone much unexpected.
"Wonder!" Kayla yelled when I picked up the phone.
"Kayla!" I replied. I was still a little pissed at her for being such a bitch, but I really did miss her.
"I meant to call you sooner but I've been so busy! Did you see me at the "Teen Choice Awards"? I tried to catch you backstage but you left so early!" she whined.
The Teen Choice Awards was a brand new award show put on by ABC Family where teenagers vote online for their favorite singers, movie stars, etc. Apparently Celine Dion was going to be the opening singer, but they opted for me since I was a teen and it was a teen show. I performed "…Baby One More Time" and later performed "Genie in a Bottle".
"Sorry!" I said. "I had to leave right after because I started to shoot a video the next day but then there was an accident-"
"-Yeah yeah, excuses excuses." She cut me off. "So what was up with the white T-Shirt thing? Was that planned?"
I blushed. "Um no, not really." I, being a newbie to live performances on television, didn't realize what a mistake it was to wear a white half top without a bra. Inside my dressing room it looked fine, but once I was outside it was just so cold.
"Seriously Wonder, you sure know how to start controversy. I mean, the shirt was completely see-through. Little boys watching must have gotten their first boner then and there!" she laughed.
I blushed even harder. "Alright, well for MTV's Video Music Awards I'll try not to do that again."
"You're playing the VMA's?" she asked incredulously!
"Uh yeah, why?"
"Oh nothing. I'll just have to have Tig arrange for me to play to, maybe we could do a duet or something!" she sounded sincerely excited.
"Oh, Kayla I'm sorry. I think I'm supposed to be playing with 'N Sync…" I admitted referring to the boy band Freddy Porter fronted.
"What? Why? You don't even like Freddy, and Tig told me all about your Latino boyfriend."
"He's Puerto Rican, like me. Besides, you said you wanted to stray from music. Isn't the Video Music Awards pretty much what states who are in and who are out?" I asked.
She sighed. "Whatever. Talk to you later." Then she hung up.