So, it seems that sick days really benefit fanfictions. I think I spent like 6 hours today, esentially writing this chapter lol. I rewrote the last scene from chapter 4, so it's the same with some added info on Victoria's where-abouts and pop-cultureness. lol, I want to thank lolo87 (I was totally in love with that line from Just Friends too, and then whenI found somewhere I could put in this fic, I did a dance, lol.), Tommy4eva (lol,I often throw things too. Yesterday my brother was singing 24 Hours really loudly, and subsituting it with his own lyrics and I threw a remote at him. It actually hit his tooth on accident, it wasn't funny at first and then it was really funny! lol, don't worry I hate mean Tommy so I don't plan on writing him like that, lol), mirage09 (I am so glad someone else depises Brangenlina with me! lol, Friends was pretty much the best thing ever! I'm so glad you liked it too!), aubibi (Ahh, I'm so glad you love it! I hope you like this chapter just as much!),VilandraofAntar(Ohmy God! Did you see the season finale! I knew Chris and Loreli wouldhook up! I actaully feel bad for Luke even though I kindahated him since April. I used to watch Veronica Mars and then I just forgot to watch it lol)and Duddley111(I'm glad you like the raciness lol,Icouldn't think of a better word.Sometimes I'm not sure if it's too gross, but I don't think I've gotten there... yet. But Ihave some plans for Portia and Kwest andSadie and Liam lol) and everyonewho reads this! Ilove you guys, you make me so happy! A lot happens in this chapter, an oldcharacter comes back.I think that's all about this chapterand I hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Instant Star, the lyrics to Lous XIV's Paper Doll, or anything else.
Chapter 5: Dirty Little Secret
"Sadie, did you know mom was-"
"On a little getaway with Don. Yea." Sadie retorted in faint disgust as she pursed her lips of her two crooked front teeth.
(I think Death Cab must have gotten a look at her teeth and suddenly inspired to write a song. But I don't think that anyone from that band would brave treacherous streets with kids strung out on homemade speed for Sadie. She routinely calls them emo freaks that should need to invest in crates of Prozac. Then I tell her that Brittany's baby is an alien and that K-Fed ate the placenta. –I may have switched the rumors I heard about Tomkat's baby and used them for Brit and Kev, but whatever- then she rushes to find a People. Then she yells at me that I'm full of it, but by then I stop listening. She makes my brain want to seep from my ears in pain.)
And as for mom and Don, I have nothing to say. I'm sure you're wondering why, but I can't tell you since the wave of vomit is impairing my speech. She crossed her arms over her chest in upset, but I didn't know why. It wasn't like our mom and Don were doin' it right in front of us. Please cue shudder here for me since that nausea is raring its smelly head again.
But when I followed her gaze I found myself looking at a very sheepish Tommy Quincy. He crossed his arms over his stomach like he was frickin' Lizzy McGuire.
(And b-t-w have you seen the brother for that show lately? They always have those Disney public service announcements about reading and stuff, and I was watching The Suite of Zack and Cody and one time I saw him. I screamed. Loudly. My dog barked at me. He thought there was someone like burglarizing me, or raping me. He wouldn't get off the couch. Then he sat on my leg. And wouldn't move. It fell asleep and smelled like a wet dog. It was gross. The Disney Channel and I are not currently on speaking terms. I think everyone will benefit from the conclusion I made: -especially Haley Joel Osman –I see dead people will haunt him for the rest of his life, no pun intended-- that all things bad can come from child stars growing up. It's a good thing I wasn't like 10 when I won Instant Star, or everyone would hate me. -Jojo will have a long way to overcome her 13-year-old… ness. But she was singing about some douche that cheated on her and wore Spandex tops in her video so I think all men will always look past her age and stare at her boobs- Well actually they kinda hated me before, but I think I'm winning them back. But whatever.)
Sadie dried herself and came downstairs, staring menacingly at Tommy as she walked over to the couch farthest away from him. At first I thought she was moving away from me since Tommy and I were on the same couch, but then I looked over saw Tommy looking anywhere but Sadie's nearly exposed breasts.
Whore. Though I must commend her. She hates him, makes sure he knows it but still tried to entice him.
Experienced Whore. I love my sister. She herself settled, after bashing her leg into the arm of couch and swearing loudly, in front of the TV, Conan O'Brien playing in front of us.
I love his dancing. Looking past the risk of vomit, I'll quote Jerry McGuire. Conan completes me. I think I'll pick up sign language just to learn how to tell him. I watched Sadie staring Tommy down as he pretended not to notice. He laughed a little too loudly at a joke Conan made.
"That wasn't a joke, Tommy." I informed him with caution. I did not want to see him burst.
"Tommy likes to betray people like that." Sadie said dangerously to me while she was still looking at Tommy. "That doesn't even make sense, Sadie." Tommy sneered at her from across the room.
"Am I being Punk'd or what?" I said loudly. Tommy looked at him quizzically.
"Do you watch TV?" Sadie asked rhetorically and followed it up with a nice little burn. "Oh wait, I forgot. You're too busy screwing models for anything else." Ouch.
"No really. ASHTON? Where are you Ashton?" I shouted.
I was reminding myself of Anna Farris in Just Friends. It's only a matter of time before I start eating Aqufresh out of the bottle and enticing married couples in threesomes. Gross. Tommy and Sadie didn't seem to notice me and kept going at it like Joan Rivers and Brigitte Nelson. But I really do not think the C-word will be batted about. At all.
Conan introduced his guests and my mouth hit the floor when he announced "Rapper from the Big White North is gonna be on here TOnight! He's the big man on campus. No really, he dominates the swing set, trading Pokemon cards with Little Bowwow and Little Romeo. It's S to the H to the A the Y Shay!" Conan shrieked as his violently orange hair bounced around on his head.
The room actually went silent for a moment and then Sadie and Tommy went right back to each other's throats. Its like Matt Lauer and Tom Cruise.
("No Matt, you're glib. You're just glib. I know the history." I really thought my brain was going to implode. Tom is an ass. But I'm tempted to go see M.I.:III. And no, it's not to see Tom's girl bangs while he does flipy-kicky things. Hello… the coach from Bend it Like Beckham is in it. He is the hottest man alive. No really, I want to marry him. With his incredible accent and rather unbelievable good looks, I would do him right now. He's got this really intense look in his eyes and his face and when he smiles… I can't even remember my own name right now. But I wonder if Liam knows him. Oh the Irish possibilities…) I
let my eyes close for a minute while my head lolled against Tommy's chest peacefully. I wasn't going to sleep; I was just resting for Sadie's second wind…
"Ew, Jude this tastes like shit! What is this!" "Just a few harmless do-" I felt a soft rumbling underneath my head as my eyes cracked open. My vision blurred for a minute as I saw the faint outline of Tommy, shaking in and out of my vision. Oh my God! Earthquake!
"Oh my God." I swore softly with panic rising.
I watched Tommy looked down at me with concern.
"What's the matter girl? Nightmare?" he asked gently with a trace of humor in his voice. Of course there weren't earthquakes in Canada. Well, I don't really know that but whatever.
"Yea. I'm fine." I croaked slowly, putting the heel of my palm to my forehead and wiping my bangs from my eyes. "I'm just gonna…" I trailed off pointing the kitchen as my throat cried out for a glass of water.
I felt my mouth watering in anticipation of the cooling aliment. I slapped my dry lips up and down as I thought of it while I made my way to the fridge. I swung it open hungrily, contemplating putting my mouth directly on the Brita spout. But then I remembered the one time I decided to do that last summer and it went all over me and Jamie almost had a heart attack. It was funny.
I reached for a glass hurriedly and watched the crystal liquid drain into my glass and I put my lips eagerly. I gulped it quickly and let the glass fall a bit and sipped it contently. Mmmmm. I looked up, my eyes still hooded with sleep, as Tommy joined me in the kitchen. My stomach flipped in a Cirque du Soleil manner, making my knees buckle slightly. He didn't even have to say anything. I already knew what was going to happen. I already knew how weird things would become again and that once we finally took one step forward something would set us back a thousand more.
I felt numb, trying to feel some apathy while my heart tugged painfully inside my chest. This was gonna suck. Maybe I should have been more serious when I promised no more Tom Cruise jokes.
(Maybe I should just squirt him with a gag microphone and be done with it. I would get my punishment from the man himself. "Jude. What was that for? Why would you do that? You're a jerk. You're a jerk man." Then I would have to tell him I'm not a man and he would take out his num-chucks and smack me silly with them. Then I would call him a butt-monkey or something and start a full-scale war. But I would win since I've got Pasty. I bet anything she would cut of his manhood and give it to Nicole Kidman. That's actually really gross, but funny. Its… frunssy. )
"Hey." He stated softly, I couldn't see him in the dark and I really wanted to watch him squirm. I flipped on the lights on ferociously, while the anger and the hurt bubbled in my stomach like a brewing batch of Jude's-throw-back-to-her-16-year-old-self.
"Hi." I said curtly, looking away from him. I heard him inhale an enormous breath, readying himself to break my heart. Bastard.
"Jude. Last night-"
"Spare me the excuses. I actually have heard them from you before." I cut him of angrily. I was not going to forget about it this time so I turned around to leave.
(In the battle of fight or flight, flight always prevails. I'm not Sadie. I would have never pushed Eden in the pool. I'm actually a disgrace to the punk-populace. They would stone me with their spiky dog collars and throw their torn T-shirts and girl jeans at me. I don't really know why they would strip but I can just seem myself being pelted with old AC/DC concert tees.)
I felt his grip on my arm, preventing me from leaving. "Jude, come on. You don't know what I'm thinking."
"You're right Quincy but I don't care to listen. So do me a favor. Go screw yourself." I told him meanly and wrenched myself from his grip.
"What happened?" He called out desperately, his voice trailing me into the dark living room. What the hell? What does that mean? I looked over at Sadie passed out in front of Conan who still hadn't even begun interviewing his guests. I didn't realize such little time had passed.
I knew the only reason he started like that was to get me to come back, and as much as I wanted to walk away, I faced him again.
"To what?" I asked coldly.
"To the Jude I spent a night with in an abandoned club. The one that, said, she believed in me. The only person left that had any faith in me. The Jude that saw, me."
What a baby. I almost tossed my cookies all over him. I'm not Sadie. I don't fall for lines like that.
"Look Quincy. I'm not going to tell you she grew up, because then I would have to vomit on you. And I'm not going to tell you she's standing right in front of you because then I would join O.J. and Carl Rove in the circle of Hell saved just for liars. That Jude doesn't want to see you anymore. Her heart is already breaking. And I'm not going to let you break anymore of me!" I exclaimed as I flailed my arms in front of his face. I didn't know what I was talking about and it showed but I didn't care. I wanted to hit him.
"Jude, I'm not interested in hurting you anymore. Ever again." He vowed me almost silently.
"Then what are you looking to do?" I asked with the tears in my eyes melting down my cheeks and into my question.
"You're asking the wrong guy." He told me with a smile as he grasped my waist and pulled me in close. I laughed lightly, but felt it fade away as I looked into his eyes, searching for something to grasp. Something tangible to tell me what was happening between us. He pulled a hand from around my wait and tangled it in my hair, securing the back of my head. I had to know.
"Tommy, what are we…doing?" He looked at me during a long pause, like the answer was in my eyes. Well its, not because I would have found it by now.
A smile suddenly spread across his lips, "Can I keep you my Dirty Little Secret?" Tommy asked me with a smile.
I felt a thrill lurch in my stomach. He made it sound so… forbidden. This calls for a little Paris Hilton: That's hot.
(And he quoted the All-American Rejects. I used to think I would have left my whole life behind for the lead singer. But in this moment I wasn't so sure. And I saw Celebrity Undercover: Steven Coletti and Tyson Ritter Spring Break 06 on MTV and he's kind of an ass. Like for real. He acts like he's drunk all the time, but I don't think he was. I think that's his personality and if I married him and he acted like that I would cut him. Seriously.)
Tommy inhaled in front of me, expelling a breath a moment later. I let the recycled air caress my face, pulling me inch-by-inch closer to him. He helped me close the distance and our lips met softly. I pressed the rest of my body against him as he welcomed it, grasping me tighter and closer. He hungrily retook my lips with a wanting vigor while I let my tongue slip past his lips.
The light suddenly flicked off and I jumped back in horrified surprise. I looked to the doorway to see a very irate looking Sadie, standing with a hand sarcastically on hip and tapping her foot.
(God, Darius was rubbing off on her. I wish Tommy really had killed him; Darius is rubbing off on all the wrong people. And the wrong people basically entail everyone who has the sudden urge to emulate him. He's not that cool. He's bald, and angry a lot of the time. And he's paying alimony out of his veins. That's why I really don't understand why he got so mad at Tommy for marrying his sister. I mean I get the family thing but from what I heard the only reason Tommy got the chance at the Boyz! Attack fame is because his mom was Darius' … main squeeze. But whatever, he's not as bad as Jude Law. Who, sometimes I am ashamed to share my name with him. Like when he bangs the ugly nanny. And then marries Sienna Miller, or whatever they are to each other lately. And seriously Sienna, shut up. I saw you in Casanova and I just wanted you to shut the hell up the whole time. Why couldn't you let the audience just look at Heath Ledger in peace? I mean he was a disappointment in 10 Things I Hate About You, with his VanHalen hair and whatnot. Then he makes a big-screen comeback and you're right next to him and not shutting up. So really, Sienna, shut up.)
"This is a dream. This is a bad dream and my 17 year-old sister is not making out with a disgusting, filthy pig."
"Would like me to, pinch, you, Sadie?" Tommy offered.
I untangled myself from him and sheepishly looked to the ground. God, this was bad. I guess our dirty little secret lasted for about a second. Which sucks, cause it was a good one.
A really good one.
I tuned them out as I made my way back to the living room and plopped myself on the couch, touching my lips with trepidation. I felt my fingers tingle on contact; while I flashed back to the feeling I had with Tommy so close to me. I laid my head against the cushy arm of the sofa and felt myself drift to sleep again while Conan laughed like he was criminally insane and Tommy and Sadie fought like Sid and Nancy. I could only wonder who would be dead in the morning.
Later thatMorning...
"I was going to wake her." Sadie snapped as I opened my eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them.
This must be what the Foldger's people are talking about when they sing about The Best Part of Waking Up. I mean what is better than being shaken from blissful unconsciousness by a sexy, older-man whom you made out with the night before, twice, who also dated and broke up with your sister and now all they can do it fight! It's really a wonder why I cry all the time. Please revel in the sarcasm.
I looked between the two, dully noting the looks of disdain and disgust, mutually passing on each face. How nice for them. I guess they didn't make up after I passed out in front of Conan and Andy Milonakis last night.
(And I actually understand the obsession with him. He is so funny that I would look past his festering hell of a life and marry him. But I wouldn't call the pizza guys for him, especially if he smeared peanut butter on his face again. But that was last season, this season he's more about terrorizing old people that live near him. I love them. Once this old lady called him a handsome young boy and he hit her. Well I don't think he really hit her. I mean who thinks Andy is a handsome young boy? Not I. And he friend Larry or whatever is a riot. If I could eat Twizzlers as fast as that guy I would totally challenge Tommy to a Twizzler Off. It would be like our version of Justin and Brittany dance off, -I still don't know who won that- only better because Tommy is a hotter boy bander and I'm not a barefooted washout with a husband who inexplicably thinks his hair looks best when its braided in corn rows. K-Fed, it doesn't. I feel nausea churn in my stomach and threaten to spew all over innocent bystanders when I see pictures of a greasy you. Please save us all and wash your hair.)
I didn't even try to deny the relief I felt. Even though I wasn't really expecting such a Jay-Z vs. R. Kelly feud so early in the morning, I was enjoying it.
(I would totally bring the Mase on who ever asked for it first. I have a feeling it would be Tommy since Sadie is an experienced fighter and her nails are like sharp little knives attached to her body. I have the scars on my scalp and back to attest.)
"No one expects you to take responsibility Tom, not even for yourself." Sadie started again. "Not even you do. You show up drunk and crying and expect sympathy." Sadie's eyes narrowed as she snarled in hurt fury. Jeez. This is like Sadie's March To Sea.
(Please don't ask why I know about the American Civil War. It trickled through pop-culture and was delivered to me on a Best Week Ever plate. It was quite tasty and it melts in my brain.)
"I'm not going to play your fool;" I winced; wow was that 7th Heaven or what? "and neither is my sister."
Oh shit.
Woaw, woaw, woaw there! Am I a mute? Do I have no say? I think we all know that will not be the case. But surprisingly Tommy interrupted me, stifling my would-be defense.
"Well, why don't we let Jude pick which side she plays? But only if that's all right with Princess Sadie…" Tommy said. I winced again.
Bad move, Sadie is queen. We are merely subjects in her royal flush. He looked at me expectantly but Sadie strode over and grasped my arm confidently. Hey Sister.I looked back at Tom, who eyes were pleading with me. I felt torn and now I know why Sabrina spilt herself to please everyone. Given it was about her educational future, but even I have let that dream go. But this was Family Matters for real.
Tommy bravely took a step forwards, Tristan and Isolde anyone? "Jude" He started gently.
I turned away from him in fright as I heard a deep, guttural growl emit from the pit of Sadie's larynx. (See, I know things about Anatomy! I'm not stupid. Even though I don't think I used larynx right…)
Oh shit, take 2.
I was seriously afraid Sadie was going to morph into the bastard offspring of Cujo and Xena-Warrior Princess and lunge at his jugular with a medieval sword. She took a menacing, thundering footstep towards Tommy. I half expected him to shrivel into one of Snow White's 7 dwarves and cry. I would have been shakin' in my boots if I were Tommy.
(Even though he doesn't wear boots. But if he and Kwest donned some cowboy boots and hats they would make a very steamy Brokeback squeal. I'd watch it.)
He took another step and grasped my other arm. Ok I do not stretch as far as it will be necessary if they start an impromptu tug of war.
But I didn't need to worry because suddenly, Sadie released her death grip and flew into the kitchen. I was so afraid she was gonna come back with a huge knife and go Lorraine Bobbit all over Tommy. I would so laugh. Wait… no I wouldn't because then I would actually witness the castration of Tommy Quincy.
I wonder if Sadie would throw it in the woods… or like keep it. Like in a jar in her jail cell, where she would go for… murder of libido 3rd degree, like in remembrance of her crime. Like in Harry Potter, where they have brains stored except she would have a penis. Gross. Maybe she could make a shrine and all of Canada, a.k.a Tommy's ex-lovers, could come see it. Maybe they would spit on it or something. OH, OH! She could send it to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland! That would be so cool!
But Tommy's weenie would live to see another lay since Sadie came back and flew out of the house, saying she would see us at G-Major. No she wouldn't. Because if she and Liam get their wicked way, their faces would be plastered to each other. God is everyone at G-Major hooking up? I mean I think Darius and Portia would be great together if they weren't related. I mean they're like the same person. Sorta, kinda… not really. But Portia and Kwest, I could totally see. I looked over at Tommy and decided to brush the whole thing off. I walked into the kitchen and called out to Tommy, asking if he wanted some cereal. He joined me but shook his head.
"How can you eat after that?" I looked at him incredulously. Um, because I have lived with Sadie for 17 years…
"Tommy, that was nothing. I expected her to rip you a new one, à la Howard Stern."
And that was kinda a stupid question, was Tommy going manorexic on me? Alert the presses! Boyz Attacker! Attacks his weight… with a crash diet! Cue incredulous/concerned gasp here. Whatever. Gotta have my pops.
(Even though I am ashamed to even think their tag line since those rapping Corn Pops commercial. With that little girl dancing in front of a yellow backdrop and some weird old man with thinning hair and too many rings talking/rapping in the background? Is that really the message they want to be sending? We all know Jay-Z says ladies is pimps too but I don't think he meant for little 10 year old girls to go on and brush they shoulders off. I feel my soul dying a little more when I see that commercial. Even though I memorized the lyrics and I performed them for Kwest while he was temporarily my producer. I think that's why he wasn't so mad about getting taken off my album. Poor abused Kwest.)
I walked over to a cupboard, neatly tucked above the refrigerator, as I felt my stomach hitting its cold exterior. I shivered lightly as Tommy took off his sweatshirt, pulled it around my shoulders and through my arms and zipped it up nicely. He looked at me for a moment and I couldn't help myself. I stared back, sharing a moment I know would go on the list later on. Along with that kiss from last night. Oh, the kiss… that was a kiss. Well, they both were. Jeez, we were busy. I felt my toes tingling and my knees lock at thought of them. But I turned away quickly while I discreetly watched Tommy shake himself.
I popped my small white Claritin in my mouth since even in the winter my allegories are bad. Eh, now I'm Claritin Clear.
But Tommy stared at me with his jaw slack. A bug was going to fly in his mouth if he kept it open like that.
"What are those for?" He asked almost silently. God, he looked sick.
"Well I have to worry about it in the winter too, it's not like I hibernate." I told him, looking at him strangely.
Even though I didn't think it was possible, his jaw dropped even further to the ground. He stood there looking at me and at the discarded wrapper in my hand. He slowly picked it up, turning it over in his fingers like it was mesmerizing. Was he high?
"Who knows about this?" He asked in a frightened whisper. What is wrong with him?
"Like everyone. Even Craig knows, I took one at G-Major yesterday since I forgot before." He looked at me wide-eyed with shock.
"It happens at G-Major?" He asked in disgust. What it's not like I sneezed all over his coffee mug, but I might start if he keeps looking at me like that.
"Yea Tommy it happens all the time. What is your deal?"
"Do your parents know you take these?" Yes, you stupid man.
"Yea Tommy, they bought them for me." I said slowly like he was stupid.
Well he is stupid. Maybe I should talk to him like all the time, we might communicate better. His face went from disgusted shock to disgusted outrage.
"Your parents condone this!" He shouted.
"Tommy calm the hell down! I have winter allergies. What is up your butt?" I watched his face relax as he slumped back with realization drawing over his features.
"What did you think it was?" I asked him. He shrugged sheepishly.
"Um just pills for something else…" He said cryptically. What does that me-
OH MY GOD, he thought I was on the pill. It was my turn to stare at him in slack-jawed shock. What kind of Harlot does he think I am? Jeez! I watched his face change suddenly, with a small smile seeping across his features and his eyes darkening in a mischievous glint. He better not be elaborating on flashback from the towel-incident.
"Tommy I'm going to advise you to stop thinking about whatever you're think about right in this moment and take me to school. Now." He nodded and put his hand on the small of my back as he led me out the door.
I reached his car, watching him with awe as he cordially opened the door for me. What a gentleman.
He was really starting to scare me.
I sat in the car for a moment but remembered my dream from the night before and scrambled out of the car, shouting to Tommy that I had forgotten something in the house.
I searched frantically for my dog's treats and poured a few in a Ziploc bag, and sealing it tightly. Spied was so going to get it. I popped back in the car.
"What do these look like?" I asked holding the bag in front of him.
"Um… pretzels. Why?" He asked me suspiciously. It's not like they were drugs, jeez I'm not Kate Moss.
I am above them. Above weed.
"You'll see." I told him cryptically.
"Could you stash these at G-Major for me?" He nodded yieldingly as I dipped the bag into his open palm.
"Thanks." I told him lightly as he peeled out the driveway towards Carson Hill.
I was surprised he still remembered the way but as we pulled into the parking lot he waved goodbye with a "see you later girl" and drove away. I smiled to myself inexplicably and skipped my way inside. God, since when am I so… Mandy Moore?
When I got to my locker, a note fell out. The letters were spelled out in cutouts from a magazine. Nancy Drew anyone? But when I looked closer I realized they were pictures of me from the tabloids and my mystery stalked just traced letters on top of the magazine. Who has this much time? My jaw dropped when I read,
You are going down.
Please excuse while I cower in corner and hide. I will tell you who has time to do this. Crazy people. Oh my God… I really hope the band didn't hear me that one day after I won Instant Star and they were playing 24 Hours. I remember telling Jamie I would rather strip while they played Lady Marmalade before I wanted to hear this.
I crumpled the paper in my hands, just incase they were gonna go Inspector Gadget on me, and make the paper explode once I read it. I tried to forget it as I rushed to my AP Environment class. I still don't know how the hell I got in that damn class. I just remember telling Sadie I needed an AP to pad my résumé and then she got this scary ass look on her face and said she would be right back. I think she did the teacher for me. Not like I would have done him, but so that I could get into his class. Gross, I need to stop.
But when I sat at my desk and prepared myself for a long 70 minutes of not listening I found another note at my desk.
Look behind the projector screen ho.
Now that's just mean. I'm not a ho. But I got up and looked behind the flimsy pull down screen and gasped.
Jood is Tommy's skanky sex slave.
Can I just say something? Jood is not my name. That is not how you spell my name. People are so stupid. The general public needs to have a field trip. They're slipping.
I looked to the right of my misspelled name and misinterpreted job description and saw dozens of blurry shots from various tabloids. I looked at the glossy front cover of People Magazine and saw a picture of Tommy and I from last night, huddled under my porch, with the title:
Is Jude still in love with her guitar? Or have her eyes wandered over to her long time producer?
That wasn't even clever. Do people really have nothing better to do than get all over my ass? And Tommy's been my producer for like 2 and half years, I wouldn't call that long time. I mean we might have Brittany and Jason Alex Alexander beat, but that's not saying much. Liza and David are the real milestone.
I looked to the other pictures that around circled the front cover. It looked like who ever taped this was in a violent rage. The tape crunched the corners of the papers roughly and they were all ripped slightly around the edges. But whoever it was took the time to draw devil horns on my face and a boner between Tommy's legs. Charming.
The bell clanged furiously as I turned around the see everyone either gaping at me and whispering or acting completely indifferent to me. Mr. Towers came in, looking indignant that I dared to touch his board, and kept staring like he was thinking about throwing his scalding coffee in my face. What an asshole.
"Sit down Jude." He told me sternly and resolutely plunked his cup on his desk.
I guess he decided not to assault me; but I smiled at the coffee sloshed across his desk in small spatters from the force that he set it down with.
I turned back to the disgusting pictures and ripped them would off the whiteboard gruffly and unceremoniously threw them onto my desk. I looked at my lab partner who stared back, not even trying to hide her disgust. But her expression changed as I slid into my seat, to curiosity. Damn her, she should know it killed the cat.
(Even though I can't remember why. Wouldn't curiosity just kill the canary or whatever? Wait, I think I'm mixing up curiosity killed the cat and when you say someone looks like the cat that ate the canary. I get the latter, but the first one doesn't make sense. I thought cat's had 9 lives anyways. I remember the episode that Salem found out he had like 8 lives left and then I remember him taking a kitty bubble bath and then I laughed. And then the toaster pinged and he got a letter from the Witch's Council that said they made a mistake and he had only 2 left or something. I felt bad for him and I was really afraid that they were going to kill Salem off. I couldn't see why, who doesn't like a smart-ass cat? Then I was like oh the actor must be demanding more money. And I guess that could have a offered it while they were still at the big company but once the WB picked it up the show got stupid. I hated Aaron and Josh was hot for about a minute and then his scruffiness went in a plunging spiral and then he was just downright disheveled. Whatever.)
"Is he really that big?" She whispered in wide-eyed fascination.
"I wouldn't know." I told her. Then Mr. Towers started some schpeel about the semester exam and I tuned him out, looking at the photos.
Some were at least from 100 meters away but Tommy and I were in obvious enough positions that anyone could have jumped to the wrong conclusion.
There was one that looked like it was taken from behind a bush at G-Major and it focused in on my face and Tommy's. He was smiling down at me, leaning in closely. I had this grin on my face that looked like I was vaguely stoned and I had my arms wrapped around his back.
The next picture showed Tommy leaning in even closer to me and my hands had moved to around his neck, but it still only looked like we were hugging, nothing too bad. It was set up in a huge page spread and they had the photos laid out like a movie scene and the last picture was way more intimate.
I was leaning against the wall while my hat was slipping off but I was grabbing his lapels in a very voulez-vous-coucher-avec-moi-ce-soir manner; his hands were gripping the tassels of my hat, pulling it down over my face while his lips were against my cheek.
I remember that, it was like forever ago. This was not breaking news. This was like 3 weeks ago, after my song was featured in that awful movie and he was just apologizing for missing it.
(Even though he failed to mention that he had showed up at my house totally plastered with hickeys all over him. I guess Sadie was telling me from an incredibly biased point of view, but he still could have said something. Anything like: "Oh yea, Chaz coerced me into going out with him to this club and some hoes threw themselves at me. And what else could I do? I'm a man. So I got even more drunk and grinded against their asses. I have a feeling that the bride-to-be was a lady in the street and freak in the bed." Actually I think if he quoted Ludicrous I would never be able to look at him again and I might have slapped him if he said that. Or anything along those lines. Tommy's a smarter man than I give him credit for. Not telling me was totally the way to go.)
But then I read the caption at the bottom in obscenely ocean-blue boldness.
Tommy using his Boyz Attack! Moves to go in for the kill? Does Jude stand a chance against his black belt?
That was stupid. Darius is the only one who could possibly karate-chop me in half. I think Tommy's would be pretty pathetic. But his black-belt in putting on the moves… I don't think even Mrs. Doubtfire would stand a chance, and she's a man!
I flipped to the back of the page and recognized the surroundings from the night before. Even though it had been raining, it seemed like the lenses shot right through the raindrops and focused directly and solely on Tommy and I. It was snapped as I knotted myself against Tommy under the awning while he tried to jam my door open. But where is my hand going…
OH MY GOD! This has to be doctored! I never grabbed his butt like that! I know the wonders these evil, evil people can do with Adobe. But have they learned nothing from Batman and Robin? Use your powers for good, not evil and never put Alicia Silverstone in Spandex cat suits. Whatever.
I looked to the next picture and it showed Tommy and I running towards his car outside of G-Major. It made it look like we were singin' in the rain when in reality Tommy thought it would be funny to jump in a puddle right in front of me, dousing water all over me. It was not funny and this picture did not do my outrage justice. I was laughing like a fool and Tommy was mid-jump in front of me.
They seemed to have saved the worst for last. It was a shot right inside Tommy's car when I had been asking him if he liked my song. You could barely seen my face since his head was almost plastered against it but then right next to it, there was another shot of about two seconds later.
Tommy was still leaning into me but my head was up farther and it looked like was going in for a kiss. And it didn't help that even though his hand was on the shifter, it looked like his hand was crawling up my thigh and feeling me up. At the bottom it had a similarly blue caption that said:
Or does Jude have a plan of her own? No, I do not.
Aren't his windows tinted?
Isn't this an invasion of privacy?
Where's my lawyer?
Why do I sound like I'm on Law and Order: SVU!
Those bastards! …making my head spin in such ways that I sound like a crazed pedophile.
What else are people supposed to think when they shove pictures at them like this?! I hate them. I want to bomb their office.
But then they would brand me as the Crazy Ex-boy Bander Cuddler Turned Unabomber. And even though cuddler isn't a word, they would make it one. And then that would be synonymous with my name like Bootylicious is with Beyonce, even though I didn't make it up.
Those rats.
Those finks!
I hate them!
Do people really question my gangster this much! I would pop a cap in someone's ass, for real! Or I would get Spied to do it for me, but whatever! I mean I think Mrs. Camden would at least me afraid of me!
(Or she would feel sorry for me and make me eat some cookies or something. And then tell me to go play with Ruthie, only she would be making out with Mack or whoever. And then I would sit in a corner, pretending to read Ruthie's bible, like all the guests at that house seemed to do in the first season. But, gasp! I would discover that Ruthie wrote blasphemous obscenities in the margins. I and then I would see the pocket Cosmo she hides in her Bible, with dog ears on the pages on how to get foreplay right. Then I would think to myself, wow Ruthie is more grown up than me. Then I would hang my head in shame that a two-pound 14-year-old has gotten farther than me…)
Wait what was I talking about? Oh yeah.
Why do these magazines think their life is not in danger when they print slander about me!
I would take them down!
Downtown damn it!
Or at least I would hit them with a book or a rock or something and then run.
But I have a feeling they would catch me since reporters tend to move in herds. And they would hold me hostage and demand information about Nick Lachey and Vanessa from TRL. And what really happened to Star Jone's massive girth. But I wouldn't be able to answer them because I would be crying too hard. And I would get snot and tears all over them and they would let me go in pure disgust. Well, at least I have a plan...
Mr. Towers suddenly cleared his throat all too loudly, shaking me from me indignant stupor.
"We're going to talk about ferns. So please take out your notebooks and write this down, because I know you won't remember it later. They are called the first vascular plants."
He started as he scrawled fern on the board in nearly illegible handwriting. He's not a doctor, he's a glorified high school biology teacher, and he doesn't get to pretend he's McDreamy or Dr. Wilson or something.
"Oh, I'm sorry what are we talking about? I thought you said whore-ish wanna-be Ashlee Simpson's." Some witch called out viciously from the back of the room.
I can't help but scoff at that. I do not want to be Ashlee Simpson. Ew. Hasn't she seen Vh1's All Access: Embarrassing Moments 2? There's this video clip of Ashlee at a Wendy's and she completely wasted and crawling all over the counter and demanding something completely incoherently. And when the employees don't give her anything because they can't understand her, Ashlee slurs loudly for the manager. It's not as bad as Courtney Love's fast food endeavors, but it's not something I ever want to emulate. Mr. Towers stared back at her blankly before turning back to the board and shouting about ferns and apicalmeristems. Whatever that is. But seriously, I have two questions:
1)Why am I in this class! I can't tell my own ass from the photosynthesis cycle, that I was supposed to have memorized inside and out for this class.
2)Why don't my teachers even attempt to control us?
I mean my biology teacher didn't even react when he came across Jude is fugly slut on his board. At least they spelled my name right. (I can't believe I missed that, but whatever it was all the way on the other side of the board away from my seat.) He just erased it like it was no big thing! I am not a fugly slut!
(And b-t-w Mean Girls wanna-be much? Seriously, do they not realize that at the end of that movie The Plastics disband? Do they not remember Regina getting hit by a bus? And Gretchen smacking her head on a gym floor? And the stupid one that makes out with her cousin, groping herself for the local whether channel? People are stupid.)
I turned around in my seat and looked at the fake Queen Bee who said that. I gave her my Sadie-est sneer and told her to "Shove it" while I channeled myself from the Over-Rated performance for Van the Butt Hole. And a little bit of Teresa Heinz-Kerry.
"We've already heard that from you. But I guess all we can expect is contrite, unique familiarity from you." Alyssa told me meanly. And to think I invited her to my third grade pool party! And I shared my raft with her! Ugh. I feel betrayed. Please note the sarcasm.
"But it can't conduct water 50 feet in the air with only capillarity." Mr. Towers told the students who were listening. Which meant no one. Whatever.
(But if he was talking about X-Men, he was wrong. They can do anything! I mean duh, they're super humans, but I don't know if they have capillarity or whatever.)
I slumped over in my desk, even though I couldn't shake the feeling that some was watching me, and stared at my thumbnail critically. Why did I paint them black again? Oh right… because I want to be Ashlee Simpson.
(And everyone thinks I don't remember when she called me ugly on TRL. She is ugly! At least my dad isn't trying to turn me into my perfect older sister! –They gave up on Sadie the II a long time ago.- At least my nasty, ratty hair doesn't match my tanorexic skin! No wonder Wilmer denies having done anything with her! She has a fat nose and an ugly heart! That's right, I said it! She has an ugly heart and no soul! I hate you too Ashlee S! Cue sobs here)
No really, this shit is ugly. I reached for a pencil and chipped away the polish with the lead.
Mason, Liam, Darius, Tommy, Kwest, Portia and Sadie all stood outside Jude's classroom, peering in curiously. Sadie stepped away, knowing her sister had stopped paying attention and announced to the group that she was leaving.
"Don't wanna miss any important calls. Cause that would be bad. Since I'm the secretary…"
She trailed off after Darius waved her away, her talking was proving to be more of a distraction than he liked. She huffed loudly and navigated her way to the exit. She had been alum for at least a year and a half but she still knew her way through the halls. She didn't really miss her alma-matter, but she did miss the attention she got in the classrooms she was passing.
Whatever she thought lightly and decided with new resolve to happier. And take Spied up on that offer to glue condoms around Tommy's office. As she giggled to herself and hopped in her car to drive back, Jude's pencil slipped and poked her cuticle sharply.
Moments passed and the small group watched her suck her thumb like a baby, looking at it every now and then to see if the blood was gone with a sad frown.
"Why isn't she payin' attention?" Darius asked the group loudly. Portia hushed him; but was relieved the teenagers had their heads too far up their asses to realize they were there. Darius watched her play herself at thumb war and scoffed loudly as she raised her clenched fists in victory as her right thumb prevailed. Or her left…
Next to Darius, Tommy Quincy laughed silently to himself. She was a girl after his own heart, but with a little more perseverance and less powerful right hook.
Mason watched Jude pulled the hood over her head roughly and set her head against the desk as her brow was still furrowed in pain over her finger. She was completely still for at least 8 minutes, according to his watch, and Mason began to hyperventilate.
What if she passed out from seeing her own blood?
What if she lost so much blood that she passed out?
What if she was dead?
Mason's thoughts passed in rapid succession, causing him to worry uncontrollably. When Jude still hadn't moved for another 2 minutes he sucked in a huge breath of air. "Is she alive?" He exclaimed and swung the door open furiously without waiting for answer.
"How did I get stuck with these people?" Kwest and Liam thought to themselves silently. The two shared a look, nearly bonding, but Kwest shook it off and looked away.
The group watched the newest Instant Star make a fool of himself while he shook Jude's shoulders violently.
"What the fuc-"
"Oh JUDE!" Mason yelled in my ear.
"He's not serious." Liam said incredulously from the door as he watched Mason enveloped Jude in a strangling hug.
Mason let go of my neck while I was on the brink of needing to see Dr. Forman from the lack of oxygen my brain experienced and stared at me with wide-eyes, as I rubbed my own in bewilderment.
"Seriously, this is not my life. Where is Ashton?"
I asked him on a laugh as we made our way out. A few girls squealed behind us, but I whipped my head around viciously.
"Go to hell." I told them and flipped them my middle finger with the meanest facial expression I could muster. A few of them recoiled and the others whipped out their phones and took pictures of me.
"Please sell them to the Enquirer. That's probably your only chance at fame to begin with. You're all uglier than Elphba. Later coc-"
But Mason clamped a hand over my mouth before I could finish. I wanted to bite his hand but I didn't after I realized I told them they were uglier than a character in Wicked! There's something wrong. I need to watch TV, on the double! We walked from the building, leaving Liam and Darius to talk with my teacher, arms linked as Tommy, Portia and Kwest followed.
"Rough night?" he asked me with a small smile. Well… you could say that. I hit him playfully, blushing as I remembered the night before. He smiled back at me deliberately; we both knew I was going to dish the details later.
20 Minutes later, in the car...
I sat uncomfortably. The tension was stangling and cramping me in a corner despite being in the Hummer. Darius was so pissed off, even I couldn't think straight. He inhaled again, and I winced hoping he wasn't going to start his lecture. Boy, was I wrong.
"Can I ask what you were thinking? Tom? Jude?" He asked stiffly. He could ask, but I wasn't going to answer. "This is bad publicity for you Jude."
"I thought there was no such thing as bad press." I offered merrily. He glowered at me with a look that would have made Shaft run away and cry.
"Well, it's bad when your producer becomes illegible for jail time!" God, he was just being grumpy because he wasn't driving. What a baby.
"Whatever, D." I told him sarcastically as I reached between the passenger's seat and driver's to turn on the radio. J.Lo and L.L. Cool Jay immediately entered the car.
"You got, you got, you got what it takes to make this boy be bad." He said roughly while J.Lo reiterated be bad seductively in the background. Oh I hate my life. "It's hard for me to control myself." She stated, while L.L. interjected with a gruff. "Me too." J.Lo started again, breathing like she had run a marathon. "and to hold myself back from jumpin' on ya"
I punched another button, having had enough awkwardness to fill a lifetime as another song filled the silence. "-songs on you requested. You're dancin' like you're naked. Oh, it's almost like we're sexing. Yeah boo, I like it."
Oh My God, what did I do to deserve this? I flipped to one last station, hoping it would some wholesome Hillary Duff. Wow, I don't think I've ever said that before in my life.
"Booty, booty, booty rockin' ever-ay wherrr. Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight."
"This is your fault Tommy." I told him exasperatedly.
"Why?" He nearly screamed.
"I told you not to turn off Nick Lachey. And now, we're all paying for it." Tommy shook his head good-naturedly but looked over at Darius and swallowed his laughter.
"Don't start Tom." He said dangerously. That was enough warning for me too, so I slumped back in my seat. I listened to Darius tell me to busy myself while they worked on damage control.
"Whatever." I huffed.
I looked around me, and saw a light snowfall. Wasn't it just raining yesterday?
Damn you Al Roker!
(I saw him on a talk show and the interviewer asked him what the craziest thing someone has ever done to him since he's been on Today. And he said some woman threw a 7-11 Slurpee at him because it was raining. And that she told him to go to Whether-Man Hell. Yea, ok. That makes sense lady. But nothing tops when Al toppled over while he was doing that newscast on a hurricane. But then I felt bad for him while Katie and Matt laughed at him. People are mean.)
I suddenly realized we had taken the Cobra this morning and I leaned forward, looking at Tommy.
"Where's the Cobra?"
"At G-Major."
"Why did you bring two cars to G-Major?" I asked him, what a freak.
"These are Darius' wheels." He told me.
"Oh." I said and slumped back. I leaned forwards again; ready to ask about the dog treats I left with him earlier. But he answered before I could ask. "Still safe in my car." He told me with a smile. I smiled back and fell back again. I saw Darius shot Tommy a quizzical look. Whatever.
Stupid Tommy decided to park in the front of G-Major, and reporters and photographers bombarded us. I rushed into the entrance, but catching a few profane questions. Particularly:
Is Tommy really man enough? and
Did you guys bring the Hummer cause you like it rough?
That is an enormous insinuation and I do not appreciate it. Those stupid nasty people.
Jamie approached me as soon as I walked into the building, saying that SME had something for me to listen to. I walked into Studio B with Kwest at the soundboard and SME in the recording booth. Why weren't they in school? I walked through the door to join them as Kwest and Jamie followed while I listened intently, wondering why Wally was singing.
"I said hey short girl you're like a midget
You can turn a phone cord into a widget
I said rollover do me a trick
Do it with your shoes on it'd be a kick
Ah tell me the horse that you pick
Let me buy you a lollipop you want to lick
She said Does that shit work with other girls
If it does, why don't you find one of them to give you twirls"
"Wally! Stop!"
I shouted over Kyle's crashing symbols and Wally's screeching vocals. The noise stopped abruptly, leaving everyone's ears ringing from the sudden silence. I scratched my inner ear for a moment before looking indignantly at SME. When Wally gave me a "what's the matter with you" look, I let my mouth fall open. Before I said anything a guttural groan escaped from my dropped jaw.
"Those lyrics are filthy!"
"You didn't even hear the second verse." Kwest said from behind me with a shudder.
"Did you really expect me to ever sing that?" I asked Wally seriously.
His mouth fell open too, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head almost as if he was physically looking for something to say.
I held up a hand "Don't hurt yourself Wally."
"How does a person even find a word to rhyme with midget?" Jamie asked in shocked and disgusted amazement. I stomped on his foot in general embarrassment. I was about to continue my harangue when Spied smiled broadly, showing his two front rows of teeth when he did.
"I have my ways." He explained cryptically.
"You wrote this?" I nearly screamed, why did I ever date him!
"Hey-" Spied started putting up his palms to convince me of his innocence. "only when he couldn't think of anything."
He pointed a finger, giving Wally up without a second thought. The wheels in my head were reeling and I felt my jaw creaking as I tried to think of something to say.
Tommy had joined the pow-wow somewhere in the middle as I watched him silently ask Kwest what was going on. Kwest shuddered again and handed him a sheet of lyrics. I heard Tommy's mouth fall open. Maybe I was glad I didn't hear the rest.
I quickly closed my mouth, pushing my hand through the air, trying to erase the filth from my head. I needed that brain space for math and stuff. "Just tell me what its about next time you want to me to sing one of your... song-things." I told the whole band as I walked out. I turned back to Jamie also, knowing he might have a rock 'n roll wild-child in him also.
"You too." I clarified and whipped my head around to leave the studio.
I felt them all watching me walk away as I contemplated slamming the door. Normally I wouldn't be so horrified with Wally, but after the car incident I was extra-touchy on the whole subject. Maybe I'm PMSing.
The boys flinched prematurely, awaiting a loud slam of the door, but were greeted with the small click of the hinges replacing themselves, Jamie smiled to himself.
"Maybe she's growing up."They considered his words until seeing Jude outside the studio's window.
I turned around to face them through the window that separated the recording booth and the studio, holding an imaginary lollipop in front of my face. I pretended to lick in lavishly, closing my eyes in feigned pleasure at its sugariness. I opened my eyes again to see them all staring at me with mouths open and a few tongues nearly wagging. Gross
"Maybe not." Wally corrected numbly as he continued to watch Jude from behind the glass.
"Dude, what is wrong with you!" He exclaimed at Spied once Jude left.
"What? I didn't do anything!"
"Why would you break up with her?"
"It's not like she was putting out. I wasn't getting any of that." He told them. Tommy looked over at him dangerously, wanting to punch him in the face. But Darius' voice shook the studio to its knees. They all looked at each other and scrambled for his office.
An eerie quiet settled over his gold-tinted office, but I felt it was a good time to break out in my Smoke on the Water interpretation, loudly.
"Bbowow. Dun, dun, dun, DUNA. Bbowoah bowbowbowbowbowah." I sounded like a wa-wa pedal.
Pyscadelic 70's rock babe!
Tommy looked at me for a moment with a laugh while Craig nudged me with a smile. I gave a community smile to appease them both. It didn't work; it only seemed to inflame the situation. I noticed Craig stiffen next to me and I saw Tom's face harden menacingly. I turned my head between the two, feeling like a deer in the headlights.
Suddenly a loud thud came from the door. Everyone's head snapped to attention behind me. I didn't wanna turn around, I was sorta scared. I could feel the intolerance and impatience shooting at the three of us from where I was.
"Stop it you two." She retorted from the door meanly. Gawd, Nanny 911 anyone? I wasn't scared anymore as I rolled my eyes and spun in my chair lazily to face the bitch at the door.
"She isn't dating either of you." My jaw suddenly fell open painfully.
"I'm gone for 4 months and it all goes to hell." E.J. berated us angrily.
I stood up to give E.J. a hug; she was the only thing that reminded me of the old G-Major. Well, besides Tommy and Kwest. But she held up a hand in my face.
"We'll save the reuniting for later. We need to get to business. And talk about the blond." A girly flash of excitement passed through her eyes. "I always thought you would look great blonde! I'm so proud of you!" She told me giddily, but straightened up and surveyed the room.
"I already have a plan. And you can thank me later for my genius. Everyone knows the best way to get rid of an embarrassing or compromising situation, is to laugh it off. Jude, we already have a spot for you to perform on SNL in a week and a half. It actually wasn't as hard as I was expecting it to be. They wanted you on, in light of the whole tabloid frenzy. They're already planning a small skit that you'll appear in. I'll go into details… when I have them." She said almost in one breath. I
slumped back in chair. SNL? How awesome is that? I love SNL! Oh my God, I get to meet Chris Parnell! I love Chris Parnell!
But I let my Chronicles of Narnia rap die in my head as she opened her mouth again. "In the mean time, you're going to be shooting a video. We don't have any ideas yet, but it all has to culminate in a Jommy kiss."
"What the hell is Jommy?"
Liam asked loudly. Whatever Jommy was, it sounded funny with his thick accent. I wanted to laugh, but I refrained.
"The paparazzi's name for Jude and Tommy. Be thankful, people still care. No one has even brought up the whole illegality of the whole ordeal. Again, be thankful."
Hahaha, Jommy? That's too funny not to laugh at. I let a snort escape, earning me a piercing glare from Darius. Jeez, are Liam's cats up his butt too?
"Wait a minute. Kiss? Why?" I asked, remembering. I don't really know how I feel about that. Actually yes I do. I want to kiss Tommy as much as possible; I just don't wanna do it in front of a room of people.
"You have to poke fun. And by publicizing and condoning a kiss with Tommy, you can give the public a chance to get used to the idea of you two." "Why would we want to do that?" I asked, while Tommy shot me a glance of feigned hurt. Aww, poor baby.
"Stop asking questions Jude. Shooting starts in three days. We need a song and theories. We're bringing in a few directors, listen to what they have to say." Darius told me as I nodded numbly. Then I watched a look pass between Portia and E.J. Hmmm, I smell a catfight. YAY!
After the meeting...
"Shut up." She told him roughly. She thrust her fist with more might than she knew she possessed and clocked him in the eye. Right in the eye, with a satisfying squish as the fist made contact. She looked up at him, the want and need to hit him again was translucent. So she did. She hit up again in the other eye, just for good measure. She raised her fist and watched him cower.
"Two for flinching." She told him and slapped him across the cheek once. Then she slapped him across the same cheek twice. She stared with a devilishly pleased smirk but willing him to go away, but it didn't make him go away. It made him stand there in front of her, shocked and numb. He was vulnerable, so she took him as her prey.
"You're nothing Quincy. You're nothing, to everyone. You're like a snake that drags it's disgusting, dirty belly across the ground. You bite at the ankles and slither your way up. But don't think anyone ever really let you in. Do you think she loves you? If you really believe that, then I feel more sorry for you than I have ever felt in my life. Face it Quincy, no one cares. You're everything to no one." She spat her soliloquy at him.
He stood still. The silence shone in his face and the vacancy illuminated a dull light in his eyes. She glowered at him with intolerance.
"We'll all be sorry when she really sees you. And it won't be for the cheating, lying, sneaking snake. It'll be for the poor girl who couldn't listen to anyone but her king, her one love, her world. We'll tell her it wasn't her fault. Because it won't be. It'll be yours but you won't ever have to pay. You don't have a heart and you don't have conscience. But that's the problem you will ultimately suffer with. You get to rot while she heals, while we help her heal. And you'll fester in feigned self-pity, and faked self-loathing as her heart opens itself to someone new. You'll die without ever knowing and she'll live with out ever thinking of you."
She watched him stare blankly. He face finally registered, and he hung his head in defeat. He slumped lower and scowled harder, opening his mouth to say something. She cut him off viciously.
"So here's to you Tommy Quincy. And hoping your girl will see before you blind her." Her voice was a whisper, but it growled and rumbled with death.
Ok that's all for Chapter 5! I hope you guys liked it, I hope you guys I left you wondering a least a little about the last scene! lol, here's a sneak at next time:
-Directors come in, clammering to shoot Jude's video
-Craig makes a decision with Spied's help
-The entire gang joins Jude in New York.
So please review, tell me what you think! Let's try to get to 26 reviews before chapter 6, because I'm literally addicted. I am so excited for the finale, but I'm sad it's already over. It seems like I was just flipping out about Jude going jail lol!
