A/N: I know I was going to post sooner, but I haven't had the time. I was supposed to update last night, but then I didn't have the energy to finish this chapter because there were few things I wanted to fix. I also wanted to figure out how I was going to go about the whole quotes things I had done three chapters ago…but I'm still kind of on the fence. The A/N on the bottom has a whole spiel on who won and what the quotes were and all that stuff.
This chapter is the one that I changed to being the one that changes things for Jude and Tommy. Remember I had Eden come in like in the third chapter and I was going to use that as some drama, but then I realized it was too soon and so I changed it and realized this would work better. This storyline continues over to the later part of this fic, so what happens in this chapter does not go away. Sorry! I hope you like it. :D
I don't want to spend forever explaining myself so I think I'll stop. Oh, um, I haven't finished the rest of the next chapter, but considering Thanksgiving is this week and I am currently sitting in Starbucks because my class got cancelled, I think I'll have some time here and there to write, so I'd say by the end of this week there will be another chapter up.
Sorry for all the typos and crap, I just really wanted to get this posted. :D
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"The First Workshop"
But there was someone else she now loved as well.
And she always would.
A Mr. Tom Quincy.
Her teacher.
Don't Stand So Close To Me
Chapter 8
"Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder, Doesn't It?"
He leisurely walked out of his class and closed the door. He was heading to the Teacher's Lounge. Because she had been absent from school. It was the first day in almost two months that he hadn't seen her. It had actually caused him to fumble in his classes. He had spent the first fifteen minutes talking in circles, waiting for her to show up, but she never did. Now he had to resort to actually talking to someone his own age. If such a teacher actually existed.
He passed a groups of giggling girls who blushed feverishly and he replied with a smile and a 'hi.' The perks of being one of the hottest guys on campus.
He threw his hand into his pocket and held onto his folder tighter. A few seconds later, he was outside the powder blue door.
He pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed the knob in front of him, pulling it. The door creaked open and he walked through the threshold.
The room was full of warmth and chatter. Chairs and tables consumed half of the room, while the other side had a sofa and television. Vending machines lined one wall and cabinets with counter space lined the other.
Tom spotted a free table next to a broken microwave and walked over to it. He pulled out a chair and sat down on it. He casually opened his folder and pulled out the worksheets from the workshop last week.
He had nothing better to do with his time since she wasn't around.
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Jude positioned herself better on the wooden stool she was sitting on. Without padding, her butt was beginning to get numb. She placed her right boot on the second bar under the stool, securing it tightly as she pressed some of her body weight on it. She let her left leg hang as she subconsciously swung it back and forth.
"We're gonna try that song you wrote last month. I Don't Know If I Should Stay?"
Jude nodded as her teacher began to play the piano.
Jude opened her mouth and sang. She abruptly stopped and her hand flew to her throat. It was burning. Like it was on fire. And it hurt like hell.
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He sat at the barren table for a few more minutes before picking up a left over newspaper on the counter next to him.
He searched through the paper until he found the section that he wanted, placing the rest of it back on the counter. He didn't need the rest of it. This was the only thing that matter.
As he subconsciously glanced at the front over, something in the corner of his vision caught his eye. He glanced towards it quickly, his breath catching in his throat.
His eyes widened and slowly his arms dropped onto the table.
It was her. He was sure. Albeit he could only see her from behind, but still. He knew her like the back of his hand.
It had to be her.
But what was she doing there?
And in the Teacher's Lounge no less?
He had to be dreaming.
At least he hoped.
This wouldn't end well.
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Jude twisted the cap off of the water bottle she had been given and sat on the bench in front of the mirror in the classroom.
"Let's take a break," her teacher, the Mistress, had said, handing her a water bottle. On her first day of class, Jude was told why her teacher called herself that. In the last 70's she used to sleep with some of her student's parents. Yes, parents. Apparently she swung both ways and the parents were cool with it. So cool with it that they affectionately called her the Mistress. And the name stuck.
A break? I just started, Jude thought. But she took the water bottle and sat anyways.
As if she had read her student's mind, the Mistress replied, "I know, but you sound like shit."
Jude abruptly turned around as the Mistress approached her, smiling somewhat sadly. "Um, thanks," Jude replied sardonically.
The Mistress cocked her head to the side and sighed. "You know I love you Jude, but I don't want you straining anything." The Mistress stood next to Jude and patted her shoulder lovingly.
"Fine." Jude frowned, turned toward the mirror again. The Mistress pulled a bottle off the bookcase that sat next to the mirror and handed them to Jude who stared at them confused.
"Take these, twice a day until our next session," the Mistress explained seeing Jude's face.
"That's next month," Jude commented, gazing at the Mistress' reflection in the mirror. The Mistress nodded knowingly.
"We'll reschedule for two weeks. That leaves us two more weeks before your big weekend."
Jude's face lit up, excitedly. She hadn't completely forgotten, but her big weekend was the last thing on her mind. She had applied to Berklee and NYU and in a month she had two interviews/auditions for her top two schools. But with the addition of Mr. Quincy, her future had not been a first priority. Her priority had been her future with him. "Okay."
The Mistress patted Jude on the shoulder again, signaling the end of their class for the day. "Get lots of fluids and rest."
"Okay," Jude replied, getting off the bench and walking to her purse. Jude picked up her purse and made it to the door before she was stopped.
"Oh and Jude?" the Mistress announced, turning around abruptly.
Jude stopped suddenly and turned her face towards her teacher. "Yeah?"
"No kissing. And no sex."
Jude's eyes widened. She was completely caught off guard. "Um…okay," Jude responded, somewhat confused by the latter part of her teachers list of no's.
The Mistress rolled her eyes had Jude's expression and for a few seconds, rubbed her tongue on the inside of her mouth as if she had a lollipop there. "Oral, Jude," the Mistress reminded her student.
Jude swallowed hard, her throat beginning to dry. "Oh yeah, I knew that," she responded casually as she turned her head to the door, pulled the knob roughly and quickly exited the room without saying goodbye.
The Mistress watched her harried student leave her classroom abruptly and shook her head, laughing. Kids, she thought.
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She picked up her cup and got out of her seat, dropping it in the trash can next to her. She pushed in her chair and picked up her purse, sliding on to her arm.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a peculiar scene. A man sitting by himself. Upon closer inspection, she observed something oddly familiar about him. The air around him that continually faded into the surrounding areas stifled her thought process for a few seconds before she noticed him straighten out the newspaper he was holding.
And then she saw it.
His hand.
And the tattoo on its ring finger.
A sun and a moon.
It was then that she knew.
It was him.
At her school.
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Jude jumped into her car, threw the keys in the ignition, and started the engine. She was free. Finally.
Not that she didn't like her lessons. She did.
But now she had something keeping her at school.
Him.
And it unbearable to be away from him on a school day.
Pulling out of the parking lot, Jude thought of something, a small smile forming on her face.
She had a plan.
First, she'd hit Starbucks for a pick-me-up. She needed her fluids.
Then, she'd go see her man.
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He sat at his table, staring at the newspaper, but not really reading it. He couldn't get her out of his head. It was becoming a point of frustration. And he didn't know how to get rid of it.
She stood frozen in place for a few seconds, not knowing if she should make her presence known or let it go. But it was him.
She couldn't let it go.
She hesitantly walked over to his table and stood in front of him. She watched him intently, her breath in her throat as he focused on his paper. Or so she thought.
"Are you reading the rest of that?" she asked as an ice breaker. It was the only thing she could think of that would get him to look at her.
He abruptly looked up from his paper, noticing a presence. Her presence.
His breathing shortened and he could swear that his cheeks were starting to color, but as he looked at her, she made no action of recognition, so he was in the clear. It was her.
She's just as beautiful as the last time I saw her, he thought. She stood in front of him, her black leather jacket and faded jeans fitting her most appreciatively. Her long brunette hair flowed on her shoulders.
Her brow furrowed in faux confusion, a semblance of shock written on her face. It was him. "Tommy?"
He instantly retorted, knowing his cover had been blown. His voice was rough and shaking. "Angie?"
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Jude jumped back into her car after making a short trip to Starbucks. She pulled the mirror down from the overhead visor and opened the Lip Venom she had taken from her pocket as she exited the coffee shop.
She slowly glazed her lips, the cinnamon doing its job instantaneously.
She pouted slightly and then placed the gloss back in her pocket before putting her seatbelt on and pulling out of her spot.
She sped down the lane, rocking out to Heart's "Magic Man," before turning the corner and exiting the parking lot.
She had someone that she had to see before lunch was over.
Tom Quincy.
"He's a magic man."
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"H-ho-how have you been?" Tom asked, after a few seconds, as he tried to pull himself together.
"Okay," she replied as she took the seat in front of him. She crossed her legs slowly, clasping her hands together over her knee.
"Good."
"And you?" she asked. She hoped for one thing. That he was miserable. Miserable without her.
"I've been great," he responded, his eyes shining at the thoughts swirling in his head. There was Jude, Jude, and oh yeah, more Jude.
A small frown flashed on her face that Tom noticed before she feigned a sincere smile. "That's great. How was New York?"
He stared at her, his face emotionless but his eyes burning. He wondered how she knew about New York. How she knew anything about him, given the fact that he hadn't spoken to her in the last six years and hadn't saw her for the last three.
That meant only one thing.
"When was the last time you talked to my mom?" he asked roughly. She slightly flinched, knowing Tom was anything but happy.
She swallowed deeply before answering him. She had barely started to talk to him and he was already mad at her.
Great job, Ang, she thought.
"About a week ago," she confessed.
He lightly scoffed and turned away. It was like Angie to do something like that. Yes, his mother and Angie had gotten along well. Too well, if Tom would admit it. So naturally, even with Angie being absent from his present life, it was reasonable to assume that his mother would continue to keep Angie in her life. Because like Tom, Mrs. Quincy also had hope. High hopes. Hope that by keeping Angie close, Tom and Angie would find their way back to each other. Hope that the life her son once had, could and would be achieved again. The one thing Mrs. Quincy didn't know was that there was a new Angie in Tom's life.
An Angie by the name of Jude.
Jude Harrison.
Not that Tom would have told his mother that. Not for a long time.
He abruptly turned and faced Angie again as she stared intently at him, wondering what he was thinking about. If he was thinking about her.
"It's kind of ironic. The reason we aren't a 'we' anymore is because of you. You decided our fate. You walked out of my life and yet you still feel a need to have a grasp on my life. How do you figure that?"
"Tommy, I'm sorry. But you know how Cec-" she started, her hands making a way to the armrests on the chair.
"I know my mother is. And I know how you are too. Six years hasn't changed all that much. Just the significant things," he commented, staring her in the eyes.
"I know," she responded, clenching her jaw.
"If you know, then why do you insist on keeping a part of me with you?"
Angie looked away unable to give Tom the answer he was looking for. But she didn't have to verbalize it for him to know. It was written all over her face.
She had hope as well.
Hope that one day, some day, they would be together again.
Yeah. Yeah, right!
Tom smirked widely. He threw the section of the paper he had been reading on the counter with the rest as he asked his question. "So how's Michael? Michael, was it?"
Angie quickly turned around and glared at Tom. Tom smiled widely instead. "Yes, it was Michael. And I wouldn't know."
"You wouldn't?" Tom asked, his eyebrows high.
"No," she said, slightly shaking her head. "I broke up with him about three months after, you know," her voice fell off at the end of her statement, making it hard for Tom to hear her, but he had. And he couldn't believe his ears. Angie looked away again, slightly frowning.
"Three months?" he asked roughly.
"Yeah," she said, still looking away, her attention on the vending machine contents across the room.
Tom leaned across the table in an effort to make his next sentiment noticed. "You're fucking kidding me, right?" Tom asked through clenched teeth.
Angie clenched her jaw tightly. "I wish I was, Tom."
Tom scoffed roughly, banging his hand loudly on the table. A few teachers turned to see what the commotion was, but Tom sweetly smiled at them instead and they continued with whatever they were doing originally. "Three months for seven years?" he asked seething.
"I know, Tom," Angie replied lowly, looking at the floor.
"If you knew, we would still be together, Angie," Tommy commented, leaning back in his chair.
Angie turned her face abruptly at Tom. "I get it, okay? I screwed up. Can we not do this here?" she asked, almost pleading. He stared at her as her eyes started to gloss.
"Fine," he muttered.
"Good."
The pair spent the next few minutes in silence, each staring off into oblivion on opposite sides of the table. Angie glanced at Tom from the corner of her eye and sighed. It was clear that she still loved him. However it was also clear that he had moved on, or was at least faking it very well. Tom noticed that Angie was staring at him, but he did nothing to show her that he knew. He couldn't believe he was sharing a table with the one woman that had his heart. Wait, used to have his heart.
Jude owned it now. He just hoped she'd be gentle with it. Obviously, Angie hadn't.
She turned towards Tom and cleared her throat. Tom looked at Angie expectantly. "So how
are your kids?" she asked casually.
Tom's eyes widened and Angie sighed, noticing her mistake. A mistake that had been the straw that broke the camel's back. At least in their former relationship. "My kids?" he asked, glaring at her.
"Your students," she clarified.
At Angie's correction, Tom smiled widely and Angie's brow furrowed. "My students are great. Amazing in fact," he replied, only thinking of Jude as he responded.
"That's good," she responded, nodding her head.
"Yeah."
"What are you teaching?" she asked, hopeful she'd be able to see him more often. After all, it had been almost two months before she even noticed he was teaching at the same school as her. And she had had the school directory for just as long.
Tom thought for a second before answering. There was only one class that mattered anymore, but it wasn't the only one he was teaching. "I've got Senior Reg English, Senior AP English, and Advanced Comp."
"Oh, that makes sense. You've always had a knack for the written word," she replied, shrugging.
"Yeah and you?"
Angie placed her elbows the table, leaning on her hands. It was a move that Tom knew very well. She was trying to be coy in her flirting, but she wasn't. And she should have known. "U.S. History Reg and AP. I have juniors."
"Really? I would have thought you would have taken the-" he started, his brow furrowing.
"I know. I would have, but that's another lifetime. I can't do that anymore," she replied, shrugging.
Tom's eyebrows rose. "Can't or won't?" It was obvious to him, but having her admit it meant more.
Angie clenched her jaw, looking away for a second. "Both."
"Why?" he pressed.
"You," she replied offhandedly.
Tom scoffed. "Me?" He had not done all the horrible things she had done and yet he was the reason for her giving up one of her passions? Um, no.
"And me. Because of us," she finished.
"Oh," he responded knowingly.
"Yeah," she responded lowly, looking at the table.
She looked up abruptly and continued. She needed him to understand, but she didn't herself. She didn't understand that what happened meant the end. For both of them. And he was a different person now. He had moved on. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I really am," she responded, her bottom lip quivering.
He stared at her for a few seconds, feeling his heart tug at the sight of Angie. But it wasn't that he felt bad for her or even felt love for her anymore. It was that he knew for the first time since the end of their relationship, she truly was sorry. And it broke his heart because it was too late. He swallowed hard, but continued, looking at Angie with deep appreciation. "I get that you're sorry, Ang. But that doesn't change anything. What happened, happened. I won't ever forget that."
"I know," she whispered, a stray tear falling from her cheek onto the table. She brushed it way quickly and cleared her throat, trying to appear tougher than she actually was the moment.
"But I don't want this situation to be awkward because now we work together and what does or doesn't happen between us affects not just us, but other people too," he said, his words having double meanings that surpassed Angie's understanding.
"Yeah."
"One day, I can be friends with you." Angie stared at Tom and weakly smiled. "Friends. That's it."
Angie nodded slowly in understanding. "Okay. I'll take what I can get."
Tom's eyes shined playfully. He had a friend. It was a good feeling. Even if that friend was his ex. "Figures you would," he replied.
Angie gawked at him as she reached across the table to smack Tom. He leaned farther back in his chair and she missed him. She playfully glared at him before leaning back in her own chair.
"I think we should get together, you know, for dinner or something? On Saturday?" she asked confidently. Tom had said 'friends.' Friends went out to dinner, didn't they?
Tom nodded his head casually. "Yeah, that'd be great."
Angie smiled widely, thoughts beginning to swirl in her head. "You'll pick me up then?"
Tom scoffed, his eyebrows rising. "Um, I would, but I don't know where you live."
Angie smirked slightly. "No? Oh, yes, you do."
Tom's brow furrowed in confusion. What is she talking about? he thought. "I do?"
Angie nodded. "Yeah, I bought the house," she responded casually.
Tom's breath caught in his throat. Had his ears betrayed him? It would not be the first time. "The House?" he gulped.
"Yeah," she responded, her eyes lighting up violently.
He sat glued to his seat as Angie got up from her chair and pushed it in. Her words were processing his mind. Extremely slow. She had bought the house. The house.
The house that he had bought. The house that he wanted. The house that he wanted for the two of them. The house that had promised so many things, none of them true in their present lives.
The house that he had bought for the life that was going to start with her.
The life that never happened. The life that never would.
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Jude pulled open the powder blue door slowly as the warm air seeped past the frame and out into the cold hallway. In one hand was her Starbucks and government homework and in the other, her purse. She held the door open with her foot as she walked through the threshold. The door closed behind her and immediately, her eyes started scanning the room for someone.
She saw him sitting with his body facing the door as he talked to someone else. It was a woman, a brunette.
She sauntered over to him slowly, waiting for him to see her. He looked up from his conversation and caught her eye, smiling widely.
"Hey Jude," he replied, looking happy to see her.
"Hey Mr. Torres. How are you?" she asked, smiling back. The brunette teacher got out of her seat and offered it to Jude, who took it.
"I'm doing great. How about you?" he asked as Jude sat down. Jude placed her purse and coffee on the table before responding.
"Pretty good. Just a little nervous," she said, nodding.
Mr. Torres cocked his head to one side. "Nervous?"
"Yeah, I had a lesson today and I'm just anxious for my auditions next month," she confessed.
Mr. Torres exaggeratedly smacked his forehead with his hand. "Oh, how could I forget, Berklee."
"And NYU," she added.
"Yes, but you'll do fine. They'd be insane not to accept you," he offered.
"Maybe," she replied, shrugging.
"Besides you were named by one of the greatest bands to ever walk the face of the earth," he commented. "Yeah. Jude laughed lowly, shaking her head at her teacher's comment. She leaned back in her chair before remembering why she had stopped by the lounge in the first place.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Here's my homework."
Jude handed the stapled packet of papers before looking over Mr. Torres' shoulder. It was him. And some woman. They were kissing. On the cheek. Jude swallowed hard as the pair pulled apart and he smiled at the brunette lovingly before she walked away and exited the room.
Jude clenched her jaw roughly and she stared at him. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Mr. Torres was looking over her homework, so she turned attention back on to the man she had been watching. But he was gone.
A few seconds later, Jude looked back at Mr. Torres. He looked up at Jude abruptly, noticing something she hadn't. That same man she had been watching was now coming their way.
"It's Tom," Mr. Torres announced. Jude took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. Tom had a lot of explaining to do. Tom appeared next to the table that Jude was sitting at and smiled widely at the pair, not truly looking at Jude, as Mr. Torres turned his attention back on Jude's homework. He had first noticed her when she walked into the lounge and secondly, as she watched him say goodbye to Angie. He knew she would not be happy with their small display of affection. Rightfully so once she knew who the brunette was.
"Well, hello, Mr. Quincy," Jude responded slowly, thinking about each of her words as she spoke.
Tom turned and faced Jude. He smiled widely, his eyes sparkling lovingly. He hoped through no verbalization that she'd understand how much he had missed her that day. "Hello Miss Harrison. You were absent today," he commented.
Jude nodded indifferently. "Yes, I had to meet with someone," she replied vaguely.
Tom's eyebrows rose. "Is everything okay?" Numerous thoughts started to appear in Tom's mind as to whom and why Jude had to meet with someone. He hoped it had nothing to do with him. Or them.
Jude smirked sweetly. "Everything is just dandy," she replied sardonically.
Tom feigned a smile and Jude noticed. "I'm glad."
"Me too. Thanks," she said, smiling widely.
Mr. Torres, oblivious to the small lover's quarrel that had begun in front of him, looked up from Jude's homework. "Thank you for your assignment, Jude. I wish more students were as responsible as you."
Jude shrugged. "No problem. Anytime, Mr. Torres." The bell sounded loudly in the lounge and Jude abruptly got out of her seat. "Well, I should be going. Don't want to be late for my next class. Wouldn't want the teacher to be mad at me, now would I?"
Tom shook his head. "No, you wouldn't."
Jude pushed in her chair, picked up her purse and Starbucks. She waved at the pair of men in front of her. "Goodbye, Mr. Torres. Mr. Quincy."
"Goodbye, Miss Harrison," Tom replied, wishing he could meet up with her so that they could discuss things, but he had a class to attend to. And so did she.
Jude turned around and walked towards the door, feeling Tom and Mr. Torres following her. Over her shoulder, she gazed at Tom and lowly said, "Call me Jude, Mr. Quincy."
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Chapter 9
"The Date"
(now you know who the date is between…but believe me, there is another one, so don't fret!)
It had been 30 minutes. 30 minutes since Tom had pulled up to the familiar house. He didn't want to get out of his car. As he sat in the driver's seat, his mind was plagued with thoughts.
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At the current moment, surrounded by her two best friends and her three bandmates, she didn't care. At least not wholeheartedly.
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As she made her way down the row, a loud laugh and bang pounded on a booth table. Jude froze in mid-step. It was him.
Laughing. At her restaurant.
The previous laugh was followed by a higher one. A girl's laugh.
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"Jude!" she called. Jude turned abruptly and ran towards her friends. She didn't want to be noticed. By him especially. But it was too late.
He noticed. He noticed her alright.
A/N 2: The Quotes. :D
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Here are the quotes in their respective chapters. After the preview I think you'll be able to guess what might happen. :D
Chapter 8
"Is everything okay?"
"Everything is just dandy."
"I think we should get together, you know, for dinner or something?"
"Yeah, that'd be great."
"Yeah, I bought the house."
"The House?"
Chapter 10
"Jude."
"That's my name. Don't wear it out."
"Here you go. Thanks for stopping by. Don't bother coming back again."
"This is how it's gonna be?"
"Yep, I think this is how it's gonna be."
Chapter 11
"Happy Birthday to You!"
"Happy Birthday to You!"
"No one puts Baby in the corner."
"Happy Birthday, Jude."
"You didn't come all the way over here to tell me Happy Birthday. What do you want?"
"Come with you?"
"Yes, come with me."
Chapter 12
"Jude, this is my best friend, Kwest."
"You can't be serious, T."