Tommy quickly took a shower and dressed in record time. He grabbed his keys off the kitchen table and walked to his car to drive to G Major.

Jude, Jersey, and Kwest were talking in the lobby when Tommy walked through the revolving glass doors. Jude glanced at him, but her eyes instantly locked with his. Those deep, ocean blue eyes that you could drown in if you weren't careful. She quickly shook her head and looked from Kwest to Tommy, and back again. Impulsively, she walked over to Kwest and wrapped her arms around his neck. She whispered in his ear after she saw the shocked look on his face. "Play along." She then, slowly, but very passionately, locked lips with him.

Jersey's eyes went wide with surprise, but that was nothing compared to what her little brother's reaction was. The already weak smile that had played at his lips when he walked in, quickly faded, and she had never seen his eyes get so big before. Jude and Kwest were still passionately lip-locked, and Jersey was sure he wasn't exactly minding being kissed by Jude. She did have to admit, her little brother fell for someone who had it all, looks, personality, and money.

Darius was very surprised at the scene he had just walked in on. He had expected to find Tommy and Jude making out in the lobby one day, but not Kwest and Jude. "Guys," he said sternly.

Jude broke away from Kwest and smiled. "Sorry D."

Darius glanced over at Tommy, his expression...heartbroken. For once, he thought to himself, for once, Tommy Quincy, finally got hurt. If he hadn't been so surprised at the fact that Kwest and Jude were kissing, he probably would have applauded her.

"No hello for me Darius?" Jersey joked.

"Jersey Kiante, welcome back," he said, giving her a quick hug.

Tommy was still standing speechless at the front of the lobby, but he winced at the mention of his real last name. He couldn't believe what he just saw. He'd never had this feeling before, sure he'd inflicted it on many girls, but never had it happened to himself. It felt like his heart had been ripped out, and Jude had stomped on it repeatedly to make sure it was dead.

"I'm not back forever D, at least not for now."

Jude couldn't help but look at Tommy, his reaction was exactly the one she was looking for, but somehow that didn't satisfy her. It didn't make her feel any better that she'd hurt him, it actually made her feel worse. She felt Kwest put his hands on her shoulders and lead her into Studio C.

"Uh, Jude, forgive me for asking, but what the hell was that?"

She shrugged and looked at him. "What do you think it was?"

"An attempt to make Tom jealous, and you sure as hell succeeded, but couldn't you have done it without using me?" he whined.

"Well it's not like there were a bunch of guys sitting out in the lobby at that moment. What did you want me to do? Kiss Jersey?"

"Well that probably would have gotten you an even better reaction from him."

She sighed and shook her head. "Look, I'm sorry. It was stupid and it was a mistake."

"Look, I'll help you get him back for what he did, but if you tell anyone that I am, you're dead meat princess."

Jude looked up at him. "You're going to help me?"

"Yeah. Tommy's my best friend, has been for a long time, but he needs to learn his lesson for once."

Jude frowned for a moment. She hadn't gotten anything out of Tommy's shocked expression, but Kwest was right, Tommy did need to learn his lesson. Her frown quickly turned into a devious smile. "Okay Kwest, I'm in," she said, shaking hands with him. "So, what's your plan?"

Darius left a few moments after Kwest and Jude did, leaving Jersey alone with Tommy. She sauntered over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Well baby brother, how does it feel to get burned?"

"It feels like shit, now leave me alone," he said brushing her off.

She quickly walked after him. "Don't say you didn't deserve it. I got quite the story from Jude and Kwest earlier about your little escapade last night."

"I told you already that I screwed up, and I told you not to talk to Jude."

She smiled. "No you didn't, you just said, if I'm right, don't you dare, which in Jersey speak, means go for it."

"You're so conceited now that you have your own language?"

"Well we're not all as lucky to have fan clubs with millions of adoring fans like you Tom."

"Oh lay off it Jersey!"

"Hey just because your pissed off because your best friend is banging your, wait, what is Jude to you?"

"Kwest and her are not having sex!"

"Hit a wrong button there I guess," she muttered to herself. "Anyways, just because they're going at it right now, doesn't mean you have to be all crabby towards me."

"They are not going at it okay! She just wanted to make me jealous."

"No shit, and I'd say it worked pretty well."

"Jersey, go home."

"I can't."

"And why not? I'm sure the lovely husband Mom and Dad set you up with is worried."

"He kicked me out," she said with venom.

He sighed and brought his left hand to his forehead. "What did you do this time?"

"I, didn't do anything! Is it so wrong for a 28-year-old woman to want to have a baby?"
Tommy sighed and sat down on one of the red couches in the lobby. Since Jersey and her husband had been married, Tommy could count at least ten times where one kicked the other out of the house, and each time they were back together, acting like newlyweds, in a month. "Jersey, this happens all the time, it'll blow over."

She lifted her left hand and showed Tommy her unadorned ring finger. Even when her and Gianni fought, she always wore her wedding ring. "Think it'll blow over Tom, I don't think so!"

Tommy looked at his big sister. She was so fiery and strong, in ways Jude reminded him of her. He thought to himself, is this what Jude's going to end up like? Married to a rich guy and have millions of problems? He shook his head and walked over to Jersey. "You can stay at my place, but no interfering in my life, it's already screwed up enough."

She slowly nodded. "That it is, and Tom, thanks."

He softly sighed. "Yeah, you're welcome, just don't make me regret it."

"You won't, especially because I have an idea on how to get your girl."

"What about the no interfering part Jersey?"

"Well you said no interfering in your life, but that doesn't mean I can't interfere with Jude's."

"Okay, let me make this clearer Jersey, no interfering with my life, or the lives of my friends."

She shrugged innocently. "Can't make any promises little brother."

"You're impossible!"

"I try. Now, what do you think about me getting into the biz?" she smiled.

"Oh Jersey, we've talked about this before."

"Tommy, you know I can sing."

"Yeah, I know you can sing, but don't you think one child disgracing the family name is enough?"

"Not really, considering I'm starting to despise our parents just as much as you do."

"Amazing, never thought you'd come over to the good side."

She dryly laughed. "Yeah very funny Quincy."

"We are not starting with that again."

"Why not?"

Tommy walked over to the mini kitchen, grabbed a newspaper and handed it to her.

"What's this for?"

"I think you better start looking for apartments before I severely hurt you."