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xiaolinwind- No worries. You're the only one who reviewed. That's weird, I thought I'd get tons of reviews saying they know what the song she's 'writing.' Don't worry about it though, besides I'm not giving it away until she 'finishes' it. Thanks for reviewing, and enjoy!

This chapter is going to be in Judy's POV. You're going to find out why she hates Jake so much. Enjoy!

The song in this chapter will be 'Beautiful Soul,' By Jesse McCartney

Judy's POV

'Finally,' I thought as the last person left the theater, feeling disappointed, and leaving me a little deaf from their 'singing.'

Just as I was about to tell Ms. Shanning that I'm ready for my audition, guess who came in. Jake Long. Of all the times he decides to show up for something he picks now.

He flashed me a grin that said, 'Hey, baby. How's it going?' What's worse is that then he walked over and then actually said it.

'Why did I get this job?' I thought to myself hopelessly. 'Oh, that's right.'

Flashback

I'd just got out of detention for turning the principal's wig blue and green. Long story, don't ask.

Anyway, the teachers finally finished their lecture about how they don't take this sort of behavior, blah, blah, blah; if it weren't for the fact that I'm a good musician they would have kicked me out, blah, blah, blah. I pretty much zoned-out after that.

Then, the super-intendant told me that if I don't get a job here at school to pay off all the trouble I caused, I am kicked out. So it was either being Ms. Shanning's assistant for a year, or picking up trash year-round.

End Flashback

People say he likes me. That's not just a rumor, he actually asks me out. But every time I tell him the same thing. 'Get the heck away from me before I beat you senseless.' But no matter what I do, no matter what threats I make, he just wont give up.

But that doesn't mean I'm going to forgive him for making kindergarten through fifth grade a personal hell. As if six years of hair pulling, throwing basketballs at me, 'accidently' spilling paint on me, I would instantly forgive and forget. But for some reason, he did when we got to junior high.

I scowled at him. He didn't notice because he had already walked away to get the microphone. He left a CD on the stereo that I'd been working all day. 'Beautiful Soul' is what is written on it with his messy handwriting. Right then, I hoped to God that it's not about me.

Without having a choice, I put it in the stereo, and waited for a thumbs-up from Jake.

"Here's a slow one called 'Beautiful Soul.'" He turned around and winked at me.

Rolling my eyes, I turned it on, expecting some kind of idiotic hip-hop dance number he did himself. Boy was I wrong.

The song was slow and, well, nice. He didn't have such a bad voice after all.

Because he's facing the other way, I'm able to listen and enjoy without him noticing.

"I don't want another pretty face.

I don't want just anyone to hold.

I don't my love to go to waste.

I want you and your beautiful soul.

You're the one I want to chase.

You're the one I want to hold.

I wont let another minute go to waste.

I want you and your beautiful soul.

I know that you, are something special.

To you, I'd be, always be faithful.

I want, to be, what you always needed.

Then I hope you'll see the heart in me.

I don't want another pretty face.

I don't want just anyone to hold.

I don't want my love to go to waste.

I want you and your beautiful soul.

You're the one I want to chase.

You're the one I want to hold.

I wont let another minute go to waste.

I want you and your beautiful soul.

Your beautiful soul.

Yeah.

You might, need time, to think it over.

But I'm, just fine, moving forward.

I'll ease, your mind.

If you give me the chance.

I will never make you cry.

C'mon, let's try.

I don't want another pretty face.

I don't want just anyone to hold.

I don't want my love to go to waste.

I want you and your beautiful soul.

You're the one I want to chase.

You're the one I want to hold.

I wont let another minute go to waste.

I want you and your beautiful soul."

There was a small guitar solo, and it played along while he sang. And it sounded cool.

"Am I crazy for wanting you?

Maybe do you think you could want me too?

I don't wanna waste your time.

Do you see things the way I do?

I just wanna know that you feel it too.

There is nothing left to hide.

I don't want another pretty face.

I don't want just anyone to hold.

I don't want my love to go to waste.

I want you and your beautiful soul.

You're the one I want to chase.

You're the one I want to hold.

I wont let another minute go to waste.

I want you and your soul.

I don't want another pretty face.

I don't want just anyone to hold.

I don't my love to go to waste.

I want you and your beautiful soul.

O-o-oh.

Beautiful soul, yeah.

O-o-oh, yeah.

Your beautiful soul.

Yeah."

The song ended, but I was still in my dream-state, hearing him sing just caught me by surprise. Who knew he was sweet enough to write a song for me?

He must have seen me, because he started calling my name as I shook out of my imaginary world.

"What, what?" was all I could say.

He grinned at me, and I felt my knees start shaking, and the room temperature seemed to go up 20 degrees. What is wrong with me?

"So you liked it that much, did you, Judy?"

For some stupid reason, I suddenly liked how he said my name. It sounded, well, musical. But the music stopped and he definitely isn't singing.

I tried to play it cool, and shrugged. "It was alright, Jake." Now hearing his name coming from my own mouth sounded good.

He smirked. "Well I'll just have to stick around and see what's your idea of a good show. It looked like you were ready to try-out when I got here."

I started to feel queasy at the thought of my audition, which I didn't get much practice out of, thinking it would only be Ms. Shanning watching.

Jake took a seat in the row behind Ms. Shanning, and looked up at me expectantly. I gulped.

"Could you excuse me for a second?"

Ms. Shanning nodded.

I bolted out of there, and into the girls' bathroom, which was thankfully, empty. I went to the sink and splashed some cold water on my face. After drying my face, and the parts of my hair that got a little wet, I looked up at the mirror. I saw a girl with now slightly wet blond hair, who looks like she just saw a ghost. Who's that girl in the mirror? I turned around, but didn't see anybody. Oh my gosh. What happened to me?

Where's the always calm, cool, and collected- scratch that- cool and collected girl that never gets too excited over nothing? I don't remember her leaving, but whoever I'm staring at in the mirror is not the girl I am. This new girl is hyper-ventilating because she just found out that she likes her sworn enemy since kindergarten. Even if that's the case, I'm not going to let her take over.

Come to think of it, I don't think it's him I like. What I like is that song he sang. No one even said that it was for me. Turns out I still don't like him. I had to say it out loud.

"I don't like Jake Long." I said into the mirror. I felt better. "I do not like Jake Long."

The old me is back. Now I'd better get out there before Ms. Shanning thinks I chickened out.

That was pretty weird. I didn't even see that coming, and I'm the one writing this story! Review. I don't care if you only skimmed this chapter, I want reviews. Anyway, my dad is gonna steal the computer from me. Later!