A/N I haven't written anything on this story in almost a year, and today out of nowhere I got inspired. I hope someone is still interested in reading it! Let me know what you think

This morning I moped. I went back and forth between loving Tommy, to looking up laws on justifiable homicide. Eventually I sat and brainstormed ways I thought I could make him jealous. I know, childish...deal with it. All I could think about was how to make him feel even a semblance of what I've been feeling, of how he makes me feel. Oh, you want to pretend everything's fine? Ok, Tom. Here it goes.

My next date with Ryan wasn't for a few days, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to involve him in this at all. He seemed really nice, and if he actually liked me, it would be a pretty skank move to lead him on more just to piss off Tom. Realistically, any guy would do for that purpose. If the guys name isn't T.O.M, Tommy was M.A.D. God I hate him right now.

My first step into "Operation Green" (as I was calling it...hehe Green with envy, get it?) was to dress slightly provocatively and be super friendly to every guy in G-Major. Not in a gross way, though, just...flirty. Hey, I need to flex my skills! I haven't really worried about any guy but Tommy in so long I need to brush up and try not to look like a spaz.

I put on a little extra makeup, defining my eyes. I looked through Sadie's closet because my whole wardrobe was full of concert tees and torn jeans. I finally chose a short black miniskirt and a white, long sleeved, low-cut sweater with a black bra underneath. Simple, but sexy. That's how I roll. I curled my blonde hair just a smidge and pulled some of it back to keep it out of my face. Stepping back to admire my work, I smiled.

"Perfect" I thought to myself.

Walking into G-Major I felt like I was on a mission. A little extra sway in my step, a little wink and a hair toss, this would be a piece of cake. Outwardly I was hoping this was the step I needed to finally get over Tommy Quincy, but secretly I knew it wouldn't be that easy. So I might as well have a little fun. I strolled over to one of the interns, Jake, whom I hadn't seen in a few weeks.

"Jake!" I called, bringing a small amount of attention to myself. Hey, it wouldn't be worth it if no one saw, right?

"Oh, hey Jude. Long time no see." Jake said, smiling. He wasn't a bad looking guy. Not really my type though. He looked like he was a water-polo player in high school.

"You don't call, you don't write. Where's the love?" I said, giving him a hug that lingered a little long. He chuckled, smiling. "Did you change your hair, you look different." I said, running my fingers slightly through his hair, as if measuring it to see if it was the same length.

"No, no just spent some time outside in the pool, so the sun might have lightened it up a little." he told me. What did I tell you? Water polo! It sounds mean but you stroke any guys ego and he is putty in your hands. Sadie has taught me the secret of guys. She always had a boyfriend growing up so when I started to notice guys, I asked her advice. She's like my Yoda.

"Well, it looks good." I said, smiling shyly, batting my eyelashes a little. I almost threw out the 'have you been working out?' but decided that was too cliché.

"I like how you have your hair today. I've never seen it curly like that before." he said, pulling slightly on a few strands. Jake was definitely flirting back. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tom watching us, stirring some cream into his coffee. I was careful not to look directly at him.

"I have to go record for a while but give me a call later and we can catch up." I said, pulling out a marker and writing my number on his hand.

"Ok, will do." Jake replied, smiling even bigger. He did have a nice smile.

I leaned over, put on hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "see ya" and saw Tommy shift uncomfortably, pretending he was doing anything but watching and listening intently. Suck it, Tom! As I walked away from Jake, I turned and smiled at him one last time over my shoulder, adding fuel to the fire. Hey, it needed to be done.

When Tommy saw me coming he walked away quickly and back into studio A. Unfortunately that's where I needed to go as well. He was in the corner looking through some equipment when I walked in, and I ignored him, walking straight towards Kwest, who was sitting at the sound board.

"Hey Kwest, whatcha workin' on?" I asked sweetly, coming up behind him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders (in a friendly, not flirty way) and resting my chin on his shoulder. He didn't seem to mind, or think it was strange, so I stayed like that for about a minute.

"Oh, hey Jude. Just mixing that song you recorded yesterday. Tommy thinks it's done but I'm thinking we could use one more take on the second verse."

"Which is why you're the engineer and I'm the producer." Tommy interjected. I raised my head from Kwest's shoulder and looked Tommy in the eyes.

"It couldn't hurt to do it again. Maybe you should listen to someone else for once." I stated with my arms crossed, telling him I wasn't in the mood to bend to his every whim today.

"Whatever Jude, I've only been doing this, oh, since you were in pigtails." he said sourly.

"I see how it's going to be. Whatever you want Tom, as usual. I'd rather get out of here early anyway, I have plans tonight." I replied with just the slightest of smirks crossing my lips.

"With who?" he asked, a little too quickly. Kwest looked up at him questioningly.

"None of your business. Last time I checked you weren't my father, and definitely not my boyfriend." I said defensively.

"I know that Jude, I just need to make sure that my artist is not staying out all hours of the night. You have work to do here, and a couple of local shows coming up to showcase your new song. Darius wants to do a video, even though I tried to advise him against it." Tommy explained. Using the phrase "my artist" was just a personal dig at me because he knew I hated it, but Kwest has no way of knowing that. It's like an incognito burn, and I hated him for it. Just the fact that HE KNEW what he was doing made me so mad I almost started to tear up, but I didn't. This was MY day, MY new start, MY turn to turn things around on him, he was not winning that easily.

Kwest was getting uncomfortable sitting there in the middle of a glare-off, so he started to leave, muttering something about sandwiches. While he was still in ear-shot I leaned over to Tommy, smiling seductively, and said, "You didn't seem to mind me being out at all hours the other night..." Tom's eyes widened in alarm and he looked at Kwest, who had paused slightly in his exit out of the room. I knew he heard me. So did Tom. He didn't turn around, but kept walking away, obviously not wanting to get involved, but I'm sure he would say something to Tommy about it later. Ha!

"Jude, what are you doing?" he asked me in a harsh whisper.

"I don't know what you're talking about, can we please just finish this so I can get out of here?" I questioned him, rolling my eyes.

"Oh yes, I forgot, your date. Let me mark that on my calendar so I can plan accordingly." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Maybe we shouldn't let your little hook-ups dictate our recording schedule."

Instead of denying that it was a hook-up, I shrugged. I did not take the bait. He stared at me for a minute, waiting for me to freak out at him. I did not. Somehow managing to keep my cool, I tilted my head to the side, smiling at him flirtatiously. These were some mixed signals I was giving and it was confusing the hell out of him. I love it! He sat down and gestured for me to go into the sound booth. Just then, Kwest came back in with one of his famous sandwiches.

"Ooh! Can I have a bite?" I asked, giving him my most winning smile. He held it out to me. "You're the best!", and after my bite, "damn that bitch is tasty!" He matched my smile, obviously enjoying the attention and Tommy rolled his eyes.

"Jude..." he said using his "warning tone" practically pushing me into the sound booth. I stumbled slightly because I was wearing heels. I made my way to the mic, and bent over to take off my shoes, my skirt riding a little high up my thigh. I turned around and looked at the boys behind the window, who were both staring at my ass.

I cleared my throat, "Do you mind?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at them.

The rest of the afternoon went off without at hitch, and while Tommy and Kwest were out on a bathroom break I turned my inner Nancy Drew on. I went into Tommy's jacket and pulled out his date book, checking to see if he had another "lady" (if you can call them that) scheduled for tonight. Of course, he did, and it even had the time and place he was meeting her. A club called "Aqua" at 9:00, her name was Amy. That's a whore's name if I ever heard one. I wasn't going to stalk Tommy and follow him on his date, but if I happened to be there with my own date and he saw me, what am I to do? I didn't actually have a date scheduled for tonight but I figured Jake would be game. Even though they were meeting at a nightclub, my pseudo-celebrity status would get me in and I knew Jake was 21.

I put Tommy's datebook back in his pocket and sat down with my notebook, scribbling out the words to my next song. I titled it "Two Can Play That Game" which was rather appropriate. After this is all over maybe I'll even record it.

Once we were finished, I left quickly without a word but adding a little extra sway to my step because I knew he was looking. Jake called me around 6 to see what I was up to, and I invited him out.

"Have you ever heard of a club called Aqua?" I asked

"Oh sure, I know the place. Been there a few times with my boys." he answered though the phone, I rolled my eyes. Your boys...please.

"You want to meet me there at say, 8:30?" I asked, smiling into the phone.

"Totally. I'll see you in awhile." We hung up at the same time.

This should be an interesting night.