Kwest was finishing mixing the song the next morning when Tommy came in.

"Where's Jude?"

"Probably at her house, like she is every morning," he looked at his watch, "at 7:00," he said distantly.

"I need to talk to her."

Kwest took off his headphones and hit play. "I think it's a bit late for that."

Tommy listened closely to the lyrics. Her voice was husky and emotion-filled. You could obviously tell she was hurt by what he had said, but none of that mattered after he heard what she had to say. He didn't feel shame or pity, he was pissed off. "That's not Jude."

"You wish it wasn't man."

"How could you let her record something like that?"

"Yeah, actually it was my idea."

"Everyone's going to know it's about me."

"And your point? You were a royal ass to her yesterday."

Tommy looked at his best friend in diselief. How could Kwest turn on him like this? Granted, he wasn't very nice to Jude yesterday, but what was he supposed to say. Yeah, I love you and want to ride off into the sunset with you? It doesn't work that way, it never would.

The next minute, Portia stormed into the studio in a fit of rage. "What the hell have you done now Quincy?"

"Why?"

"Jude's not coming in today, and after graduation, she's moving to Los Angeles. You must have done something because you're the only one that affects her this way."

"Me? What did I do?"

"Dude, what didn't you do?" Kwest asked.

"Somebody explain to me what is going on?"

"Tommy fed Jude a bunch of bullshit about how he didn't love her and they would never have a snowball's chance in hell," Kwest explained.

"I did not!"

"Oh that was intelligent Tom."

"You two are just pathetic," Tommy said.

"Why? Because we both know you're a lying dog?"

"Kwest, do me a favor and shut-up."

"Jude, I'm so, so, so sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you," Mason said in the lobby of G Major. "I didn't know my parents were coming to town, they just springed it on me."

"It's okay," she said disheartedly. "It's just prom."

"Just prom? You've been waiting for this forever."

"Mason, don't worry about it."

"Worry about what?" Kwest asked.

"Mason can't go with me to prom."

"Oh, that could be a problem," he said quietly.

"I'm just not going, it's not a big deal."

"How about I take you?"

"You? What do you want at a highschool prom?"

"I'm helping a friend, that's all that matters. And besides, it could be kind of fun."

"What about Tommy?"

"What about him?" Jude snapped.

"Okay, touchy subject, I know."

"He heard the song by the way."

"And?"

"Mission accomplished. He's majorly pissed off, and he wants to talk to you. So, if I were you, I would jet right about now."

"Got it. Thanks," Jude said as she kissed him on the cheek and walked out of G Major.