"I-I…" I stutter, turning around slowly knowing my fate. I face Landon behind me with an angry glare painted across his face. "He, um… I didn't…" I can't seem to find the words to say. Why is it yesterday I could talk to him calmly, but now I can't even talk at all??? This is messed.

"How could you kiss my brother?" My heart dropped as I watched the pained expression on his face. Even though I hate him with a passion, I still don't want to hurt anyone.

"I really didn't. He came out of nowhere." I say. Why am I defending myself to him?

"It doesn't matter. People will know that you're mine soon enough." I tilt my head and wait for him to tell me his, absurd, plan. "Once the baby comes people will know you are with me." He said what now?

"Baby!?" I shriek. He smiles and nods. "I don't have a baby." I say flatly.

"So? I already told people that you're pregnant." My mouth drops.

"What happens when there isn't a baby? No better yet what happens when I don't look pregnant?" I ask. He smiles wider, uncovering his bleached white teeth.

"I'm going to make sure you are pregnant. Then you'll have my baby and we'll have to get married."

I shut my eyes tightly, then open them to make sure I'm not dreaming.

"And if I don't agree?" I challenge him, to see if he is one of those "all talk no action" guys.

He shrugs. "I'll kill you…" He stops and thinks for a minute, then shakes his head. "No, I'll kill Mark." At that he turns and heads for the back door. This isn't really what I had in mind.

Gosh darn it. I thought, maybe, he was finally going to leave me alone. Sheesh. Why is he so desperate to marry me?

I look at the clock on the TV. "7:07AM" I mumble to myself. "Great." I am now fully awake, thanks to the Van Volkenburg brothers.

I walk over to the couch and flip on the TV.

"Good morning Canada ." The announcer says. I switch channels to The !E!

"In other news, we got word that another star is pregnant." No… It can't be. The lady giggles as she looks at the paper that tells her what to say.

"Jude Harrison has been told to be 1 month pregnant. So much for that singing career when that baby comes." The lady on the TV laughs. I feel the burning tears start fall down the cheek.

Landon told the paparazzi?! I am ruined, absolutely ruined. "We haven't been told who the father is yet, but I think my people are on the phone with Jude's people. Ha, maybe we can have her talk on the show sometime." I shut off the TV quickly, not being able to handle much more of this.

I sprint to my room and start searching through a pile of cloths that's been on my floor for like a week. Ah-ha! I find my cell and start to dial Tommy's number.

"Hello?" He answers, sounding super tired.

"Tommy I have a major problem." I say quickly through muffled sobs.

"It couldn't wait till 10:00?" I wipe the tears.

"No… Someone told the paparazzi that I am pregnant." I hear him gasp slightly.

"Are you pregnant?" He asks. Why did I call Tommy? I could have called anyone else.

"No idiot. That is my problem, I'm not pregnant. !E! already knows! " I shout.

Tommy takes a breath in. "Calm down Jude. We'll figure something out. Once I am fully awake I'll call Darius and sort things out." He says in a very soothing voice.

"Yeah." I mumble.

"Just go back to sleep and when you wake up this will be over." I smile to myself a little. Tommy always knows how to make me feel better.

"Thanks Tommy." Tommy is silent for a moment, then takes another deep breath.

"I love you girl." Um… What do I say to that? Oh I know, maybe the truth?

"I love you too." Tommy lets out a little chuckle.

"I'll call you later." He says. "Bye." I hang up the phone and set it down on my desk.

I lay down on my bed and try to forget what happen today.

3 ½ hours later

I wake up again with the feeling of someone tapping me.

"Jude… Jude wake up." They whisper lightly. I open my eyes and adjust them to the light in the room.

"Tommy?" I rub my eyes to make sure I am not seeing things.

"Hey girl. You're finally awake." He laughs slightly.

"How did you get in here?" I ask.

"The door was unlocked. You know, Jude, you should really lock your door when you are sleeping. If you don't, I'm going to have to be forced to stay over here with you." He smiles slyly.

"Sure, sure. What time is it?" I look over at my clock and roll my eyes.

"10:37AM." He mumbles. "How are you?"

"Oh other then the fact that people think I am pregnant, I'm just dandy." I flop back on my bed.

"Who told the paparazzi that you are pregnant?" Tommy asks. I think for a moment. Is this not what happen almost three weeks ago.

"I don't know." I say plainly. He tilts his head at me like he doesn't believe me. "What?" I snap and stand up.

"Nothing." He smiles and grabs me by my waist, making me fall into his lap. I laugh, but then suddenly stop.

"What about Ashley?" A blank expression crosses his face. He pushes me off his lap and stands up, brushing himself off. I think I might slap myself for even bringing up the girl.

"Oh yeah… Ashley." He says.

I smack my hands on the floor hard. "Tommy! What is your deal?! Why, all the sudden, did you get some girlfriend, when you gave me the lock-et…" I pause. Shoot… I still haven't found my locket. "The locket that I keep in a top secret box in my… Basement."

"You don't have a basement."

I laugh a little. "I meant to say attic… I didn't want it to break so…" I trail off.

"Right, well I have to go meet Ash for breakfast. I promise that this issue will be fixed." What issue is he talking about? Him and I, or the pregnant thing? I watch as he starts to walk towards the door. "Oh and can you tell Parker I'm going to be a little late?" He adds. I nod and sit on my bed.

Ugh…Ashley… Who is this Ashley and why does Tommy like her? Gross. Ashley is a stuck-up name. She's probably blonde too… and skinny, and really tan. Oh the agonizing pain! He likes someone prettier then me! This is hurtful, really hurtful. Ugh, why did I even bring her up? Tommy was so into me again. I screwed this over badly.

I should have told him that I really loved him. It just felt… Wrong. I need to talk to someone. I grab my phone from where I left it and start to dial a number.

"Hello?" They answer.

"Hey it's me." I say. They let out a dry laugh.

"I'm glad you finally decided to call me. How have you been?" They ask.

"I'm good. I find at times that I miss you… Dad… I just don't know what to do anymore." I bite my lip to choke back tears.

"It's okay honey. Just tell me what happen." I explain to him about the whole pregnant thing, and that I have to deal with Tommy, Mark, and Pete. I leave out the Landon part, but he doesn't need to know everything. When I finish, I don't bother to let the tears stay in anymore. "Oh… Wow. Well I am pretty sure that Darius will fix your deal with the pregnancy. I'm not really sure what to do about Tommy, Mark, and Pete. Just go with what your heart says."

"Thanks dad." I turn and look at the clock. "Oh crap! I have to get to G. Got to go, I'll call you again sometime." I say.

"Okay Jude. I love you honey." He says, but I don't return the favor.

"Bye." I hang up the phone before things start to get awkward.

I get my cloths on really fast, wearing my tightest jeans so that people won't really think I am pregnant. I open my door and fly down the stairs, grabbing my keys from the side table. I swing open the front door, hoping it wont leave a mark on the wall, and jet to my car.

G Major 15 minutes later

"Hey Jude, how are you feeling?" Sarah, the receptionist, asks.

"Um, I'm fine, thanks?" I say feeling a little more then confused.

"I heard about you're news." My throat gets dry as I realize what she means.

I just shake my head and start to walk towards Studio A. As I open the door slowly, I hear two voices talking. I stop mid step when I hear my name.

"Jude isn't pregnant." A male voice whispers. I'd be able to recognize the voice if he was talking louder.

"Yes she is… She told me." A girl exclaims.

"Well luckily I didn't actually like her, I only felt bad for her." The guys says. I peak in a little more to see Mark and Parker talking.

"Good, then there is more time for you to focus on me." That…Girl… Ugh! How could she… No how could he… No… How could I believe he would actually like me. I slam the door shut and swerve around quickly, bumping into Pete.

"Whoa, what's the matter?" Pete asks holding my arms. Tears start to fall my cheek. All I do is shake my head. The door behind me thrusts open and I turn my head to look at Mark.

"What's wrong Jude?" I stare at him for what feels like hours. I wipe my tears and turn from Pete to face Mark.

"You…You couldn't be more of a stupid jerk." I say then try to make a dramatic exit, but he takes a hold on my arm.

"What are you talking about?" He asks. I try to wiggle free from his grasp but he is really strong.

"Let go." I mumble. When he refuses I take my free hand and slap him across the face. He lets go to rub the red spot that I formed.

I take off as I start to see Parker coming out of the room. As I get out the door I walk a little to the right, hoping Mark won't come find me.

After a few seconds Pete comes tumbling out the door, looking around for me. "Oh, are you okay?" He asks once he sees me.

"No. He totally lied to me. How could I have been so stupid? He's a Van Volkenburg, he's not going to turn out correct." Pete walks a little closer to me and wraps his arms around me.

"I am so sorry." He whispers lightly, kissing he top of my head. It feels really good to be in his arms.

"Jude what is your problem?" Mark asks as he walks out of G. He stops when he sees Pete's arms around me. "What are you doing?"

Pete lets go of me and turns around taking a few steps towards Mark. "Lay off." Pete mumbles sharply.

"Stay out of it Pete. This is between Jude and me." Mark pushes Pete aside forcefully. "What is your deal?" He asks stepping closer to me. I shake my head and look down. "Jude just tell me." I look up at him and try to choke back tears.

"I heard you talking to Parker. You never really liked me, you just felt bad for me? Are you with Parker or something?" Mark looks down at his shoes then back up at me.

"No… I just said that because I was freaked that you are pregnant." He says. I look to Pete, whose eyes had gotten really wide. Anger and frustration bubble up inside me.

"I am NOT pregnant. You're stupid…" I stop. I can't tell him his brother told people that I am pregnant. "Someone stupid told the paparazzi that, but it isn't true." I raise my voice a little. Pete sighs with relief.

"You aren't pregnant?" I shake my head slowly. Mark starts to say something but is interrupted by the door being jerked open.

"Mark are you coming back inside?" Parker asks sweetly, flashing me a fake smile. I push past Mark and clench my fists.

"I might not know you, but I know I'm so much better then you. I don't have to lie to a guy to get him to like me." I give her a little push, then turn around to walk away. I can't even move a step because she pulls my hair back, making me fall over.

I stand up quickly and smack her across the face.

Oh goodness what did I get myself into?