I had fun writing this chapter, you guys will probably hate it lol. Anyways, credit for the song goes to Nickelback, Flat on the Floor

"Don't be like this," Jude said sternly.

"Don't be like what?"

"Acting like you care. I know you don't, so why don't you just go sleep with another one of your model friends!"

"What I do in my personal life is none of your business," he said gruffly.

"You're not my producer anymore, so what I do in the studio, is none of your business!" she screamed.

"Jude, that's enough," Kwest said calmly.

"No, don't tell her what to do Kwest, if she has something to say to me, she should say it."

"I think you are an arrogant, self-centered bastard, who thinks he's God's great gift to women."

"That's the best you can come up with Harrison?"

"Shut-up Tommy," she said through gritted teeth.

"Now Jude, do you really think that's going to offend me, especially after you fired me off your album, and hired him," he said pointing toward Kwest.

"Tommy, you've taken this far enough," Mason said.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I really hope you know you're making a jackass out of yourself! You couldn't be more full of yourself at this point."

"Oh really? Jude, come on we all know that you're in love with me. You love every single thing I do, and you don't get the fact that I will never date you."

In those mere five seconds, Jude's world came crashing down. She had never heard something that hurt so much, cut so deep before, not even when her parents told her they were getting a divorce. Nothing could have ever prepared her for what Tommy had said. Slow tears ran down her pale face as she glared at Tommy.

"Did you think we were going to date or something?"

Jude stared at him in disbelief. This wasn't the Tommy she knew. "Fuck you," she spat through the tears as she ran out into the alley.

"Man, do you want to explain what in the hell that was?" Kwest asked.

"What? I'm just telling her the truth."

"Oh bullshit Tommy, we all know how you look at her. You're more head-over-heels for her, than she is for you," Mason said.

Tommy sat down in a chair. "Maybe a year ago, or even a few months ago, but she's not my type. She's a kid."

"Who are you and what did you do with Tommy? You just killed that girl, I really hope you realize that," Kwest said, walking away.

"Where are you going? We have work to do."

"I'm going to go see what kind of damage you did, with your smart-ass mouth!"

Jude slid down to the concrete, her head in her hands as she sobbed. How could Tommy say something so cruel? He had yelled at her before, but he'd never said anything like that. She wanted to die, right there in that alleyway. She was so caught up in her thoughts and crying she didn't hear the door close.

"Hey," Kwest said quietly, sitting down beside her.

"Hi," she said wiping her eyes and looking away.

"What Tommy said, you know none of that was true."

"It sounded like he meant it," she managed to squeak out.

Kwest watched as fresh tears stained the young woman's cheeks. "I don't know why he said it Jude."

Her tears came quicker and her breath started to come in gasps.

"Jude," Kwest said, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her against his chest. "I'm sorry," he said as he rubbed her back.

"Why was I so stupid? I thought he loved me."

"He does Jude."

"Could have fooled me."

"I don't know what to say Jude. I'll talk to Tommy."

"Don't, he's not worth it," she said, her bottom lip quivering.

"Then let's go write some kick-ass lyrics and make him regret it."

Jude shrugged.

"I think you should at least attempt to smile, so I can think that you're okay."

Jude weakly smiled, knowing Kwest was trying his hardest to make her feel better, but nothing could ever make her feel better, not after what her Prince had just said to her.

"That's better," he said, standing up, and stretching his arm out to help her up. "Let's go work on that song."

"Yeah," she said quietly, following Kwest back into G Major.

"Give me a reason, for me to believe in," Jude sang softly.

Kwest shook his head.

"What's wrong with it?"

"You want him to feel like an ass right?"

"Well...yeah, I guess."

"That's not going to fly. You have to have a kick-ass, girl-rock song."

"Or a heart-wrenching ballad."

"Exactly, you're getting somewhere now."

"Not like I can depend on anyone," she sang as she furiously wrote in her notebook.

"Nice. That's much better."

They spent the next hour and a half coming up with lyrics.

"Okay girl, get in there and show me what you got."

Not like I need to depend upon anyone
Since I can see the lack of me for me to be here at all
One more the anthem for the know it all
I won't be standing up for long I better learn how to crawl
Learn how to crawl
In ten minutes I'll be laying out flat on the floor

Like I need to defend my own innocence
So what I did it, I admit it, and I'm pleading the fifth
One more anthem for the know it all
I won't be standing up for long I better learn how to crawl
Learn how to crawl
In ten minutes I'll be laying out flat on the floor

Eight minutes I'm losing it a little bit
Five minutes your description might be startin' to fit
3 to go and I'm forgetting all that I've ever known
I won't be standing up alone I better learn how to crawl

Not like I need to depend upon anyone
Since I can see the lack of need for me to be here at all
One more anthem for the know it all
I won't be standing up for long I better learn how to crawl
Learn how to crawl
In ten minutes I'll be laying out flat on the floor

Can't stand up at all
Can't see nothin' at all
In ten minutes I'll be laying out flat on the floor

"Jude, that was incredible. Tommy is going to flip."

"Yeah," she said, her hands shaking.

"Jude, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just putting everything in perspective I guess."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure," she said, putting her equipment away.

"Who was it?"

Jude looked up at him. "Who was what?"

"Who are you admitting it about?"

"Speed and I...Tommy asked me and he flipped when I told him. That was about 6 months ago, when he actually acted like he cared."

"Jude-"

"I gotta go, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Bye," he said, hearing the door close. "Oh Tommy are you in for it," he muttered to himself.