When I woke up, I was in my hotel room, under the covers. I almost had a panic attack, not remembering how I got up there, but then I remembered a dream I had had in which Tommy was carrying me up the stairs. Apparently it was no dream. Mental note to thank him later. I chuckled aloud. I got out of bed and noticed Sadie's bed was empty. Just as well. I thought. Don't have to put up with her yet. I went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. When I was done, I dried off and put on a robe and started towel drying my hair. I stepped out of the steamy bathroom and went over to my suitcase to pick out something to wear. I had my pants and bra on when the door room slammed open and Hurricane Sadie came blowing in.
"How dare you!" She was seething.
"Sadie, wha-." I was flabbergasted.
"Oh, don't try to play games with me Jude. You actually had me feeling bad about last night. You're one to talk you selfish backstabbing bitch!" She lunged at me and we were on the floor, rolling around, Sadie pulling my hair and me trying to get her off.
"Get a grip Sadie!" I shouted.
"What the fuck?" Tommy and Georgia ran into the room, surveying the scene. Tommy grabbed Sadie off of me and Georgia helped me up. Sadie pulled herself out of Tommy's grip and slapped him. Hard. "What is your problem babe?" Tommy looked confused.
"My problem? MY PROBLEM!" She screamed. "This is "my problem" asshole." She pulled a magazine from her back pocket and threw it at him, then left the room, slamming the door after her. Tommy stared down at the front cover in horror.
"Oh Jesus Christ, this isn't good." He murmured. I walked to his side and looked at the cover too.
"Jude Harrison blows off some steam with a heavy make-out session starring Little Tommy Quincy." The magazine's headline blared.
"Oh hell." I sank to the floor in disbelief, totally forgetting that I still hadn't put on a shirt. Georgia pulled the magazine from Tommy's hands and stared at it in shock.
"Tommy… you're fired." She dropped the magazine and walked out of the room. My jaw dropped and I stood up. I was almost out the door when Tommy stopped me.
"Jude, no. It's only fair. I knew the rules, and I broke them, Simple as that." He explained with a look of defeat in his eyes.
"Bullshit Tommy! It is NOT fair. It wasn't your fault. I provoked you somehow, I don't know, but it wasn't your fault!" I was pleading with him.
"No, no you didn't Jude. It just happened and this is the price to pay." He sat down on the bed, and put his head in his hands.
"No, this isn't the end! I swear, you're not going to be fired. You're just… not!" I turned again and this time I actually got my hand on the handle before he spoke.
"Er, Jude? You might want to put on a shirt."