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- - - - - - - - - - - - -Jack's POV- - - - - - - - - - -

"Can we go?" I said as I got near Bobby, who was near the bar.

"You tired of watching your little love rubbing herself on her boyfriend?"

"Shut the fuck up"

"Whoa! Looks like Fairy didn't like it!"

"They're gone"

"She left with him?"

"Yeah"

"Uuuhh looks like someone is gonna have fun today!"

"Let's go!"

I drove us home, Bobby was way too drunk to do that without getting us killed. Damn… what am I gonna do now? That fucker is always around her! And she was indeed rubbing herself all over him! And why? Jerks… And now they must be… ARGH! I don't even wanna know! That can't be like this… shit, I've never had to fight for a girl! I may have lost this battle, but the war ain't over yet…

I'm crying out this is my prayer

I gave my word and this I swear

I'll follow you 'cause you've promised me

So return to me

"JACK!!!" Bobby yelled and I woke up from my trance like if I had been shaken really hard. Two lights were coming right in front of us and I turned the car all to the right to keep us from crashing. "Holy fuck man! What's wrong with ya?"

"I got distracted"

"I got distracted" He repeated my words with a girly voice. "Lemme drive!"

"No, you're drunk. You'll get us both killed"

"Oh and you look so much better, huh? Move over Fairy"

"Whatever"

The rest of the drive was silent and save. When we made it to the house, I got in and threw myself on the bed. And while I waited for the sleep to come, I planned…

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I woke up with a light breeze coming in by the terrace's door, along with the warm sunlight. Opening my eyes lazily, I looked around, I was alone on the bed covered with plain white and perfumed sheets. I closed my eyes while stretching myself. God, I feel so lazy! No wonder why… I chuckled.

I wrapped myself on the sheet and made my way to the bathroom. Gee! Could my hair look messier? After giving it a quick fix, I brushed my teeth with the brush Jay had bought to me. When I told that to Ollie, he said this was big step, but to me it meant nothing more than hygiene.

Still wrapped on the sheet, I walked out of the bathroom and made my way to the kitchen, where a delicious smell of food was coming from. I stopped by the door way to watch an only white boxers-dressed Jay making breakfast, I couldn't help but smile. I noticed his shirt still thrown on the floor, I picked it up, came back to the bedroom and put it on.

"So, what's for breakfast sir?" I asked coming back in the kitchen

He turned to me with a big smile "A special breakfast prepared by Jay Wilmer himself!"

"Should I take that as a good thing?" His jaw fell slightly open and he looked at me with a perverted look. Three seconds later he was trickling me and I was screaming for help between my laughs. "What is that?" I asked worried and pointed to the carpet, he stopped trickling me at the same time.

"What?" He asked looking down the couch where he was on the top of me.

"Jay falling from the couch!" I yelled childish before pushing him away to the side, making him to fall on the carpet. We both cracked long laughs and then a bunch of kisses on each other. After all that, we finally decided to eat and it was pretty good! And then I decided it was finally time to go.

"Can't you stay more? Can't you stay here today too? I'll drive you to work tomorrow" Jay asked with puppy eyes.

"Tempting… But I really gotta go. Plus, what should I wear to work tomorrow? Your shirt?"

"I wouldn't mind IF you worked for ME. But since there's a bunch of guys in that building, I won't let you do that"

"Oh, so you're my boss now? To tell me what I should and shouldn't do?"

"Kinda of…" He said smiling while getting closer to me, who was pretending to be angry.

"Only in your dreams honey!"

"In my dreams…" He stopped speaking.

"What?"

"You stay here the whole day!" He stated radiantly

"Yeah, that's only in your dreams too!" I answered laughing.

I picked my dress and put my sandals on, I was still wearing Jay's shirt when we got in his car. He had put a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on, since I figured Ollie had gone to Louise's place, there would be no one home, so I didn't need to mind to wear only his shirt.

"Bye baby! Thanks for the amazing night" I said before pulling him into a deep kiss.

"See you and thank you!"

I laughed while getting off the car "I'll give your shirt back"

"No worries" We waved and he took off. The same breeze that woke me up made his shirt, which barely covered less of the middle of my thigh, lifted it up a bit before I got inside my house. At the same time I opened the door, I heard a collective yell

"Ohh No!"

"Why didn't you pass the puck asshole?!"

"Motherfucker!"

I completely froze, I wasn't alone at all. My eyes grew as all the heads turned to me, not only Ollie was there, giving me a low five look, but also his workmates, who were trying to hold their laughs, Jack, with the worst shit face I've ever seen and Bobby, well Bobby was like the usual. They were all watching the best moments of last season hockey championship.

"Rough night sweetie?"

I smiled to Bobby "You have no idea!" Then I turned to everybody else, without looking directly to Jack "Hi guys!" I couldn't help but blush slightly.

This time, Ollie's co-workers laughed and I heard Ollie cursing them while I made my way upstairs.

"Is this your LITTLE sister man?"

"Shut up! You're too ugly and old to her and she already got a boyfriend anyway"

"Shit, we can see that!"

"Jackie here is her ex" I heard Bobby saying and stopped on my tracks upstairs to listen.

"Is that so?" One of the guys asked "Why aren't you guys together anymore"

"They fought over the new pink nail polisher Mel had bought" Bobby answered and everybody laughed, I had to cover my mouth so they wouldn't listen me. Fuck you Bobby, I don't use pink nail polisher!

"Fuck you! You know… the sex with her ain't that great" Jack answered and my jaw fell open, he made sure to say the last words in out loud, like if he knew I was listening. I was simply speechless and thoughtless. Son of a bitch!

"I think her boyfriend would disagree with that Jackie-poo! They were having a heavy make out while dancing at the party, imagine later, wherever they went" Bobby stated to provoke Jack.

"Whoa! Whoa! Can you fucking stop talking 'bout my little sister's sex life?! I'm not interested!" I love you Ollie!

I made my way to the bathroom to take a long bath, it was just relaxing. As I got out, I could still hear everybody down there.

"Jack likes dudes!" Bobby said for no reason and everybody laughed, I could picture Jack's face by this comment. You know what? I don't fucking care! 'The sex with her ain't that great' ARGH!!!! He'll beg! He'll beg to have the 'ain't that great' sex back! … Jesus! I was pissed.

I went to my bedroom and got changed in short shorts and a low neck red top, put my black flip-flops on and headed downstairs to grab a glass of water. Well, not really, I just wanted Jack to see me wearing those kinds of clothes, now everything was a matter of pride.

"Mel, would you mind bringing more beers to us?" Ollie asked

"Nope" I took the beers and headed to the TV room. I made sure to place them on the middle table right in front of Jack, without looking at him, but I could feel his eyes running all through my barely covered body, what made me to smile inside.

I stayed upstairs until everybody had already gone, what didn't take so long. Ollie had prepared dinner, which was a great thing. We ate and chatted about our lives, we didn't do that for a while since we're both working.

"You sure you are okay Mel?"

"Yeah, I mean, why?"

"You know, because of-"

"Jack?" I cut him off.

"Yeah"

"Relax Ollie, everything is alright! Even if it wasn't, it'd have to be, 'cause I finally got the chance to write a real article for the magazine and guess what? It's about the Spares and they want the lead singer on the cover, and that just happens to be my job"

"You serious? Well, I'm happy about the article and I'm sorry to hear that it's gonna be about Jack"

"It's gonna be about the band"

"Whatever, but you're gonna interview and take pics of him"

"Irony. Gotta love it!"

He laughed "You know, I'm thinking about taking a week or so off and go travel with Louise. Haven't taken some time off in years!"

"Sounds good! Where you thinking about?"

"Dunno… any suggestions?"

"Well, I'd love to go to the Caribbean or sort of…"

"Hmmm… nice!"

…

Monday, 8am: time to go to work. Since I was free from college because of summer break, I went to work during the morning, so I could have the rest of the day off. After finishing my morning ritual, that now was more than just tie my hair up in a ponytail and brush my teeth, I got in the car and headed to the magazine.

The building's elevator was full and I had to wait for another one, that quickly came, empty. Great! As the doors were about to close, someone yelled

"Hold it, please!"

I put my bag between the doors so it'd open again and when it did, it revealed no one else but Harlan Wilson. He narrowed his eyebrows as he saw me

"Melanie?"

"Hi Harlan!" I answered with a smile

"Good to see you here" He said as he got in "Guess today is my lucky day" Or mine!

I smiled "So, what you doing here?"

"I'm working in a business company, the office just moved to this building"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, what about you?"

"I'm working in the Splash magazine"

"Is that so? Well, then maybe you wouldn't bother to drink a coffee or something at the cafeteria with me someday"

"Yeah, I guess I wouldn't… oh! Here's where I stop! Bye bye!"

"See ya!"

As I entered in Annabelle's office, someone else was sat on my chair.

"Hmm… who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Annabelle's new assistant" The girl answered smiling proudly.

"WHAT?! What you mean? I'M her assistant!" Did I get fired? No! No! Please, no!

"Melanie?" I turned to see Annabelle standing behind me

"Annabelle! Did I get fired? What did I do wrong! I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding! I-"

"Melanie" She cut me off "Some people here may think I'm a monster or something, but do you really think I'd give you an article to write on Friday and fire you today? Well… I've done that before, but that's not your case. Girl, come with me" She leaded the way and I followed her. Why are we going to where the real journalists stay? Holy shit! It can't be… "Here's your new desk"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Not at all. Now go to work!" She answered and I felt an urge to hug her, but controlled myself as she walked away. It was a pretty nice place to work, on my desk there was a computer, a telephone, a note board and lots of papers… like all the other journalist's tables, except that their was already full of stuff to do or things that they had already done. This is really my lucky day! I couldn't help but have this stupidest grin on my face.

I said 'hi' to everybody else and they seemed to be pretty nice, a girl told me that they were all happy the boy who was the former owner of this table had left, 'cause he was 'a pain in the ass' and I promised I'd do my best to be better than him, everybody laughed.

"You're the one who got Jack Mercer, aren't you?"

At the moment a girl asked me this, I seriously wondered if she was talking about the article or about me dating him in the past. "Hmm… what you mean?"

"You got the article about him, didn't you?"

"Oh! Yes, yes" I laughed lightly "That's me"

"Lucky! I wanted it! He's so freaking hot! I mean, have you seen his ass?"

I gave her a weak smile and mumbled "You have no idea"

"What?"

"Yeah, he does have a nice butt" She went away still talking about him. Time to work… No, Jack's still probably sleeping.

So I googled The Spares to come out with good questions, asked the team who took care of the magazine's site to create a quiz with the lines 'what would you ask to Jack Mercer- The Spares lead singer?' I thought having questions by fans would be something nice, when I was younger I've always wanted that some of my idols would answer at least one of my questions.

I still had a couple of hours before leaving, so I went to the photo studio and talked to the photographer about the pictures' style and how I was thinking it should look like. He liked my ideas and gave some good pieces of advice; he even said that if I wanted, I could take some pics by myself. Everything was working as planned. When I came back to the office I had only ten minutes before going home. After sitting down and taking a deep breath, I dialed the Mercer's phone number.

"Hello?" Jack's husky voice answered

"Ja-" This is work. "Hello, is this Jack Mercer speaking?"

"Yeah, who- Mel?"

"Hi, yes!" I cleaned my throat "I mean, I'm Melanie Parker from the Splash magazine and I'm calling to invite you for an interview for our magazine"

He laughed "Are you joking or something?"

"No" I answered as kindly as I could "We're interested on talking about the band and making it the next issue's cover"

"Oh, it's nice to hear that… but I'm taking some time off"

"We can divide it in just like, two hours for a couple of days. That way it wouldn't take much of your time"

"Nah, I'm not interested"

"But… why?"

"I don't know, I just don't feel like it" Be patient, it's your chance.

I took a deep breath "Did I mention that there's gonna be a photo shoot?"

"Worse… I don't like cameras"

"We're gonna pay you to do it! Did I say it's gonna be the cover?"

"Yeah, you said something about it…"

"So?" He can't screw this! Jesus Christ, I'm gonna kill him!

"No thanks"

"DAMNIT JACK MERCER! YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!" I yelled on the phone and hung up. I sighed hard and rubbed my hands on my face before I noticed everyone was looking at me.

"Were you speaking to Jack Mercer as in The Spears' lead singer?" a guy next me asked.

"Hum… I… Ha" I gave him a weak and embarrassed smile. "It's time for me to go. Bye!" I grabbed my bag and quickly made my way to the car. How could he be such a goddamn fucker? I raced towards Detroit's street until when I stopped in front of the Mercer home.

I knocked fiercely on the door, Jack opened it after a short period of time and looked surprised as he saw me, but somehow I felt he was expecting that because of the grin he was failing at hiding, what made me to feel even more nervous. I didn't expect to be invited to come in, I just did and headed to the living room, he followed me.

"Good to see you here Mel" He said with that stupid smirk.

"Why you don't wanna do the interview?"

"Oh… that"

"Yes, that! You do nothing the whole damn day! I know that and you do to!" I had already raised my voice.

"You barely speak to me since I arrived but now that you need me, you do!"

"This is work!"

"And since when do you work?"

"Since the beginning of the year. This is actually my first time to write a real article and my editor told me that if it's good, and I KNOW I can do it well, it can make to the cover! Do you realize how big this is? Do you realize that's a unique opportunity for someone who's still studying to be a journalist?" He didn't say anything but kept staring at me "Come on Jack…"

"Are you asking?" He finally spoke

"What?"

"Are you asking me to do the interview?"

You can't be proud right now. So I swallowed it "Yes"

He looked down for a while and then looked at me "I'm still not interested"

My jaw fell open "GO TO HELL! I HATE YOU JACK!" I stormed out of his house and headed to mine.

I was just too nervous to think, I started walking from one place to other. Not long after, someone knocked on the door, I quickly opened it and saw Jack standing by the door way. I didn't think twice to close the door on him but as if he had predicted I was going to do that, he stopped the door with his hand.

"Got you" I said as I turned my back to him.

"Mel-"

"Shut up!" I cut him off "You're not gonna do it, I got it!"

"Are you the one who's gonna interview me?"

"I WAS going to"

"Mel, do you really think I'd screw that up for you?"

"Why were you bitching about it then?"

He chuckled "I just wanted to see you mad"

"You gotta me kidding me!"

"I'm not… I just missed it. Plus, I wouldn't refuse an opportunity to spend more time with you"

"That's work"

"Still… It's all I want"

"I got a boyfriend Jack"

He laughed "You got a brush to rub yourself"

"Are you calling me a whore?"

"No! I'm just saying that you don't love him"

"Who are you to tell me who I love and who I don't? What about yourself? Have you loved anyone all this time? Matter of fact, how many bitches did you fuck in California?"

"2!" He answered straight out and I couldn't help but laugh, he was obviously lying. "Okay… 4" I raised an eyebrow, apparently my expression bothered him "Too many to count!" He finally confessed and I felt a sudden urge to neat the shit out on him, but instead, I pushed him to out of the house. "What you doing?"

"I'll call you when we should meet up!" I said quickly as I closed and locked the door.

"Come on Mel!" I didn't answer "It's not like your boyfriend didn't fuck you!" He yelled.

He wouldn't get out of this on the top. "You know what? He did! And he did it good! He's so much better than you!" I yelled as loud as I could so he'd listen to everything clearly. This isn't my lucky day.