Hey thanks for the reviews! I've noticed that a lot of you don't like Danni (-giggles-) but I'm warning you that she isn't as evil as Jude chooses to potray her whahahahahaha. And yes she HAD to be eighteen or else the story wouldn't progress the way I wanted it to. But there are many reasons for her being eighteen which will be revealed in time. Oh and a new character will be introduced soon! Short Chapter
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Jude was sitting on her couch upside down. Yes, upsidedown. She had her legs stuck up in the air and her head sitting on the seat, red hair brushing the floor. Her eyes were closed, she had a notebook balanced on her stomach and her guitar laying on the floor. But she couldn't think, all the blood was rushing to her head and making it pound. Her stomach started to churn so she flipped herself upright only to fall back down from being dizzy and lightheaded. Jude had wanted a good year, a calm year, a year that she could be happy and nothing but happy. She had wanted less drama, not worrying about Tommy. Because she was so over him! Right! Not right. Jude sighed and held her head in her hands, no, no, no! This wasn't the way it was supposed to be! It was supposed to be about the music now and never about her heart, how could she focus on being great when she kept letting her heart get trampled all over? Now all she was worried about was beating Danni, and it was right! The doorbell rang and Jude jumped about a foot in the air. After running her fingers through her hair several times to straighten she went to the door and opened it with a smile, expecting Tommy. He always came to find out what was wrong after she stormed out like that. To her great disappointement it was Danni.
"Jude, hey. Sorry about just popping up like this but I wanted to talk to you." she said, Jude looked down and saw a paper bag in the girl's hand. After a long moment she stood back and let Danni in, trying not to glare as she did so. Jude didn't want to talk, she just wanted the ground to open up for that awful black haired beauty to tumble into hell.
"Nice house, it is bigger than mine. Anyways can we sit down somewhere?" she asked politely
"Yeah of course." Jude answered, leading her over to the couch and plopping down. She crossed her arms not smiling at all. She was in her own territory now there was no way that Danni was going to get to her here. This was HER house damn it! Danni sat down as well and pulled a small wrapped gift out of the bag and handed it to Jude.
"This is for you. I saw it in the mall and it reminded me of you so I picked it up. But if you don't like it just tell me."
God this was awful, the girl had brough presents! And all Jude wanted to do was murder her. Reaching over she took the package and unwrapped it slowly hoping it was something stupid so that she could go on hating Danni in peace. The wrapping paper was gone and Jude looked at the item in her lap feeling worse and worse by the second. She didn't say anything, she just stared for a long time.
"If you don't like it..." Danni began nervously and Jude's head shot up suddenly brought back to reality.
"No, no...it's...perfect." she said quietly. The gift was perfect, it was a beautiful leather bound notebook where Jude could write her songs and on the first page was a picture of Jude and Tommy holding her first album together. It nearly made her cry. God even when giving gifts the girl was perfect.
"I'm glad. I just felt like maybe we might be friends though it seems like we started off on the wrong foot. You are a great musician Jude, you don't have to try and compete with anyone." Danni said to her, smiling softly. Then she got up and started to head toward the door again. Jude followed her, holding the notebook tight.
"Thanks Danni." was all she could say as Danni left the house and got into a car that was waiting for her in the parking lot. A tell tale blue Viper. Jude gulped but couldn't be mad even though she tried. It didn't mean anything, Tommy drove lots of people around. Jude closed the door slowly and leaned again, holding the notebook to her chest. Why was it so hard to hate someone?