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Jessie was pissed.
Pissed at James.
At his obliviousness to her feelings, at his play boy tendencies, at him calling her jealous!
Jessie Rocque did not get jealous, especially over her own damn cousin!
With an aggravated sigh she pulled into Rocque Records parking lot, shutting the engine down she rested her head against the steering wheel.
"Pull yourself together here Jess…" She mumbled to herself quietly.
She lifted her head a few inches before letting it go crashing back down into the wheel once she realized how much she was beginning to act like her father. Not that Gustavo was a bad man, just really mean and loud sometimes. After a moment when most of the frustration subsided she lifted her head and looked down in the passenger's seat. Lying there was James' lucky black comb, it must've fallen out of his pocket when she forced him out of the car. She picked it up and gently ran her thumbs over the prickly teeth, she held James' precious treasure from both ends. Wrapping her fingers around the thin plastic, very slowly she began bending it. Maybe if she broke the stupid thing then he would know how she felt, she could rip away his favorite hair care item just like how he was ripping away her heart.
With a deep sigh she released the pressure off of the comb, she just couldn't do that to him. She was being stupid, maybe she should just tell him how she felt. But that was the thing, she couldn't just come right out and tell him how she felt! What if he rejected her, what if he didn't feel the same way, what if he laughed in her face? With aggravation creeping back up on her she got out of the car, if she didn't finish this instrumental for the boys' new demo, Daddy Rocque would surely rip her head off. Tucking the comb into her back pocket, she made her way into the building.
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James limped his way to Logans bedroom door, without knocking he pushed the door opened. The sight that greeted him shocked him speechless.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you how to knock?" Logan asked, throwing a pillow across the room at the gaping brunette.
James blinked. "Jay-"
"So you must be James, Logan here was just talking about you. Hi, im Savannah." Jayde said quickly.
That was close.
James' brows furrowed as he limped into the room and sat in the desk chair, he stared at Jayde quizzically.
"James, Savannah, Savannah, James." Logan introduced the two while keeping an eye on James, this was the moment he had been dreading.
James spoke first. "Savannah huh?"
Jayde nod. "Yeah, im new here. Logan has been showing me around and helping me with my physics homework." She said with a bright smile, giving James a quick pointed look with her eyes that screamed 'Blow-my-cover-and-ill-murder-you-in-your-sleep' before her face switched back to natural.
"Ohhhkay…Anyways, Logan you need to look at my foot." James whined, slowly lifting his swelling limb up onto the mattress.
He very slowly leaned forward and began pulling his shoe off, hissing in pain as he done so. When he removed his sock Jayde and Logan gasped in horror.
"What happened?" Jayde asked, gently poking his purple foot.
James hissed. "Ouch! Oh not much, Jessie just backed over it in her car!" He spat, his face scrunched up in pain.
Logan raised a brow. "Why did she back over your foot?" He asked, carefully moving James' foot around and applying pressure to certain points.
James hissed again as Logan squeezed on a spot and pain shot up his whole leg.
"I may have pissed her off a bit too much…" James mumbled before hissing again.
He pulled his foot away. "Will you stop hurting me!"
Logan rolled his eyes. "Do you want me to check your foot out or not?" He asked with a slightly annoyed sigh.
James reluctantly gave his foot back to Logan.
Jayde looked from his foot to his face. "Jessie?" She asked, not believing her temperamental little cousin could do this.
James nod. "Yeah, Jessie Rocque…"
Jayde knitted her brows. "From Rocquet Gurlz?" She asked dumbly.
"The very same, are you a fan?" Logan asked curiously as he started bending James' toes.
Jayde nod and tried fighting a secretive smile.
James hissed…again.
Logan stopped messing with his foot. "Yep, she shattered your shit bro."
The room got deafly quiet following Logans words.
"Oh I know I did not just hear perfect little Logie swear!"
The three whipped around to see Kendall and Lauren standing in the doorframe, both of them had sweat trickling down their foreheads as they stood there trying to catch their breath.
Logan raised a brow. "What's up with you two?"
"Oh hey Savannah…" Lauren slurred tiredly and stumbled her way over to Carlos' empty bed, dropping down face first into the mattress.
The three turned to Kendall with confused looks.
Kendall shrugged. "She went through a lot today, an old man beat her with his cane and then we ran for eight miles." He explained slowly.
Logan blinked. "Anyways, James you need to go to the hospital." He said, changing the subject.
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"Just a liiiiittle farther." Carmen said.
She and Carlos were crawling through a dark and damp tunnel, they had been crawling for a good ten minutes now and Carlos was seriously starting to get bored.
"Does your Gramma have any corndogs? After this I could really use one." Carlos stated.
Carmen gagged. "Please don't say that word infront of me ever again."
Her stomach still hadn't completely forgiven her for the abuse she put it through not even two hours earlier.
Carlos chuckled. "Which word?" He asked innocently.
"That word that is similar to a cornbread coated hotdog on a stick!" Carmen said with a huff.
"You mean a corndog."
Carmen didn't even have to see behind her to know that Carlos was grinning like a child, she rolled her eyes and fit back a smile as they continued to crawl.
.
.
.
Carmen stopped crawling, with her hands she reached up and pushed a large slab of wood over.
"This is it, watch your head when you come up though." She instructed and began crawling through the crawlspace.
Carlos followed her and found himself in a large white tiled kitchen, he gazed around the magnificent kitchen in awe as Carmen locked the hidden tunnel from under the kitchen sink. There was a large marble island with bible scriptures engraved into the stone surface, a full bar in the corner, an old fashioned pizza oven, and right up against the side wall…
"Is that a corndog vending machine?"
Carlos had to scoop his jaw up off the floor after that one.
Carmen giggled. "Yeah, pretty awesome isn't it?"
Carlos could only nod as his feet carried him towards the beautiful piece of machinery.
Carmen grabbed him by the back of the shirt. "Oh no ya don't! Book now, corndogs later." Carmen said as she literally dragged him out of the kitchen.
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"My, My look how we role. Was it only a month ago, everybody said we were dreamin ohh ohhh." Jessie sang as she strummed her guitar along in her office.
She nod her head and mentally high fived herself, this song was coming together awesomely.
"Now we're here like- yeah we told ya. Sti-"
Her singing was cut short from the sound of slow clapping. She whipped around and stared wide eyed at the intruder.
"Ummm im sorry, but who are you? And how the hell did you get in here, this is a private facility!" She said in a tone much like Gustavos, her eyes still glued to the man.
The guy, who looked like a complete douche in Jessies opinion, just smirked and stepped to the side. Griffin and his band of brainless assistance stepped into her office.
Griffin smiled. "Jessie, meet Big Time Rush's bad boy, Wayne-Wayne."
Jessie choked. "What!"
She was interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing.
"Hello?" She asked, placing the phone to her ear.
"Hey Jess, this is Savannah. The boys and I are taking James to the hospital, he wants you to come and hold his hand." Came Jaydes voice from the other end.
"What!"
Today really wasn't her day.
