Hey Guys: Manderszx3. This is the official chapter 1 (split into two days). Read and Rate please :) I kind of like where this is going ... let me know!

The story will mostly be written in Jude's POV... it may or may not sometimes switch over to Tommy. Feel free to ask any questions.

Here we go:

You know the story by now. My name is Jude Harrison and I've just won the first ever Instant Star TV show. Call it Canada's version of your "American Idol" or whatever you want. But, I'm the winner.

I'm fifteen and a sophomore in high school and my life has just come to a crashing halt. I know I know I should be happy and ecstatic – and I am, trust me I am.

"I am, aren't I?"

What? Of course I am.

Maybe. I'm all over the place. All this is overwhelming.

I haven't even begun to write one song for this label and he strolls in.

Every teenage girl's typical heart throb, cause y'know all of us have that one famous guy we just crush on forever. But that's just it. I'm not every teenage girl, damnit! I'm Jude Harrison. I'm different... I'm that girl that is completely and utterly oblivious to anything going on around me even the most obvious things... I don't do the 'typical' teenage girl. Yet here I was. Guess this makes me a follower... completely the opposite I want to be. But, I can't help it.

He's just gorgeous. I felt my face getting red. It should be illegal to be that hot and still be able to stroll the streets.

"Oh god, Jude. What are you doing? Shut up." I told myself. I sound like such a child.

"So... you're the new one, huh?" He asked rudely.

His voice broke through my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, is there an issue?"

"No, I just didn't you'd be such a ba … um ... so young."

"Nice save there, but I hardly doubt that's what you were going to say."

"I'm sorry – honestly, it just came as a shock."

"Whoa ... hold on. This isn't the Tommy Quincy I remember hearing about. Is this sincerity I'm picking up on? Oh no wait. – Probably just pity." I probably looked dumbfounded.

"Um, you alive?"

He waved his hand in front of my face.
"My eyes are open, aren't they?"

He sighed. "You aren't going to make this project easy, are you?"

"Project?" I repeated.

"Yes, this project."

"Um... I don't know about you, but that makes me believe you think there's going to be just one of these so called "projects" when I'm convinced there's going to be career full. Not some one hit wonder thing – ring any bells?"

He cringed. Guess I began to discover my bitchyness.

"First of all. Talk about what you know. Honestly, you're far too young to know anything about my past and second, the prize is just ONE project. Needless to say if you're any good then we could talk about a more long term deal, but it's far too early to figure out all those details just yet, don't you think?"

"Well, I won didn't I? I'll repeat it just because it's fun to get under your skin. I won't be a one hit wonder. And FYI – just because I'm this young doesn't mean I don't know things. I have a sister your age and needless to say I spent my entire childhood hearing about you and nothing else. What was going on here, what you did there etc. Please. I know your entire backstory without you even knowing mine, so why don't you save yourself the embarrassment and shut your mouth before you really push me to new lengths I shouldn't even have to explore for another five years? Just because I'm fifteen doesn't mean I'm stupid and I'm not the typical teenage girl. Got it?"

He stared blankly.

"I thought so."

Day two.

School couldn't help but just drag. Secretly, I just wanted to get to the studio and see him. I don't know why my mind drifted to fifteen places and my knees went weak whenever I thought of him cause I'm just fifteen , what do I know about boys? Plus. He's waaaay older. That could never work. Could it?

"Of course not. It couldn't. Stop Jude, stop it right now and don't go there. What is this, the movies? You're fifteen. Stop." I told myself.

I looked at my watch. It was only 11:45. This is lunch time. I hate lunch. I don't talk to anyone, I mostly sit down by myself and scribble out lyrics into songs. Yeah, I have friends, but I'd much rather focus on my music especially now that someone doesn't believe I'll be something someday. I'll show everyone.

As I got my food my phone rang to an unknown number that I didn't feel like picking up. Putting my phone back in my pocket I began to eat. It rang again to the same number and again I kept ignoring it. When I finally got annoyed I picked up and didn't speak, but I heard breathing.

"Hello?" I managed.

"Now you pick up." That voice sounded familiar. The last person I wanted to speak to.

"How on earth did you get this number?"

"That isn't any of your concern, but we have music to make."

"Um, I'm at school. You might remember that from oh I don't know fifteen years ago? That place that you go to for at least eight hours a day to learn useless information that you may or may not use later on in life .. I believe it's called getting an education? Yeah, that's where I am. I can't just run off and make music…"

"Not as much as I would love to at least." I murmured a bit too loud.

"I heard that. And so if you want you why shouldn't you? I'm right outside. Don't worry, we'll cover it with the 'educators' who will probably hold it against you tomorrow – I've got that covered. Now what do you say, Harrison? Can we start this project already?"

I hung up the phone. Who does he think he is talking to me like that? Talk about respect for people, but I won't be respecting him any time soon. But that got rid of him. For a split second. Because he was strolling into my school cafeteria with the worlds most pissed off look on his face, and he was coming straight for me.

"Can't you be grateful for a second of your life?" He asked me when he came up to me. People were staring, although I was used to that. People stare at me all the time. To him? Not so much. Which is what made this embarrassing.

I just stared at him.

"I don't know who you think you are, Tommy. But I'll be damn honest with you right now I am grateful for everything that comes along in my life. Don't call me ungrateful because I hung up the phone on you. I have other priorities too, and it was in our agreement that after school would be studio time. So it's not me not being committed. Now please leave. I have other things to do. I'll see you at three."

He cringed again. "I'll be outside at two thirty, in case you decide to change your mind." And he walked out. He was so pushy. No wonder he's still single.

The rest of the day was dragging. Somehow, he was all I could think of and he does nothing but piss me off. I looked at my watch again. Twelve fifteen. It had only been a half hour? Fuck this. I got up, left and walked outside. Just as I suspected, he was right out there. He's probably been there since he left before. I walked straight up to him.

"Fine, Tommy. We'll do this your way." Needless to say his eyes pretty much bugged out of his head. Didn't know I had that effect on people let alone on guys. And yet I got in his viper for the first time.

"What am I thinking?"