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Tommy was staring. He couldn't really help it. The girl was amazing. And for once, the girl wasn't Jude. The girl, in question, was totally new.

Isabella Bernard was one of Darius's acquaintances. She was probably a couple of months older than Jude, at most a year, with gorgeous chestnut colored hair and porcelain coloured skin. She stood 5'9, just three inches shy of Tommy himself, and had the l9ongest legs he'd ever seen, and she accentuated them nicely with her tight denim jeans, short skirts, and rainbow leggings. Right now she was standing in the sound booth, singing her heart out on a cover that had been forced on her after Jude abandoned it.

"You best stop staring before you're eyes get stuck. She's claimed, remember?" Kwest said from his spot in the doorway. Tommy just grinned.

"Not really a problem of claiming so much as competition," he replied, just as the chorus on Iz's song began.

"Today is gonna be the day that they throw it all back to you. By now, you shoulda realized what you gotta do. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do, aboutcha now. And all the roles we have to are co-winding..." She trailed off, her voice clear, and smiled up at Tommy.

"Good enough, Tommy Q?" she asked with a grin. He nodded and pressed the mic.

"Horrible. Absolute disgrace," he said, grinning back at her. She just shrugged and smiled, pushing her wavy hair behind her ear in a devil-may-care fashion.

"Great. I have someone waiting for me, so if you'll excuse me," Iz replied, stretching the "u" sound to make the word several syllables longer. She pulled off her headphones, slipped her shoes back on, and walked out the door, leaving Tommy looking at an empty room.

"Jay-me..." Iz said, unlocking the door to their flat. Jamie was here somewhere, he had to be. His shoes were sitting by the door, his jacket over the back of the chair, his wallet on the table. She walked through the foyer, straight to the kitchen where she grabbed a bottled water and started on her way to the bedroom. She paused outside the door for only a second, switching the bottle to her opposite hand. When she entered she figured she should have paused longer.

What she saw made her sick to her stomach. Jamie, her Jamie, her lover, friend, and confidante, was wrapped up in the arms of a pale blonde, her face not visible at her angle. Their limbs were entangled, and Jamie was obviously oblivious. That is, until Iz, walked out of the room and slammed the door. His muffled "AH!" was heard by Iz, But she was too pissed to pay attention.

She stormed into the living room, intent on destroying. She wasted no time in grabbing the photo of Jamie and smashing it into pieces. She destroyed everything that had his face on it, including their engagement picture, where he was on bended knee. She was just about to slam down their picture form their first anniversary when the man himself appeared, wearing only jeans and a leather jacket, intent on coming after her obviously.

"Iz, I'm so sorry, it was so sudden and-..." she cut him off, allowing him only a second's glance.

"Sudden enough for me to come home and find you? How could you, Jaime? In our home! In our bed! Who is she? Why the hell could you be so..." now it was Iz's turn to trail off, when she looked up and meet the eyes she hadn't expected to see in a million years.