Hey guys, a million times sorry that I forgot the chapter again...anyways I know that I said that this was the last chapter but I kind of counted wrong; there´s one chapter more, which you will get tomorrow, okay, maybe I shouldn´t promise anything as I probably will forget it ayway, but I´l try to remember :p Again, I´m sorry, hope you like it :p
Chapter 10: Jealousy
Addie´s POV:
3 years later
We neared the end of the last school year for both Michael and I. I had been invited to my teachers office after practice, she had told me that there was something she had to talk to me about. I got so nervous. What had I done wrong? I knocked on the door to the office and awaited an answer. "Come in," Mrs Green called and I opened the door. "Ah, Adrianna, please sit down," she smiled at me. "Thank you," I told her and walked to the chair on the opposite side of her mahogany desk. "I called you in today, because I had a request for you," she started. "A request?" I was confused. "Yes. I heard the new song that you have been working on recently, and I think that you should sing it for the very last concert of the school year," she said. I was shocked. I had been working on a song for a while now, I only needed Jackson´s help to start recording it in the studio. "Seriously?" this was too hard to believe. Mrs Green nodded and smiled. "So what is your answer?" she asked. I knew this was a once in a lifetime chance. There would be talent scouts at the concert. If they heard the song and they liked it, then maybe they would have some offers for me. I felt my hopes getting up already. "It would be and honer," I replied and smiled. "Then, that´s settled. Keep up the good work," she told me before I stood up. "Thank you Mrs Green," I told her before walked out of the office. As soon as the door was closed, I jumped up and screamed of happiness. Every student in the hall turned their heads to look at me. I smiled before running off to find Michael.
I found him in the studio where he was in the midst of one of his classes. I stopped outside and stood there looking at him as he danced. I enjoyed the sight. I smiled at the thought that he was mine. The class ended soon and I ran into Michael´s arms. "Wow," he exclaimed as he caught me in the air. "You seem happy today," he smiled as he put me down. "I am," I answered and smiled back. He chuckled. "What makes you so happy then?" he asked smiling. "Well, you know my teacher, Mrs Green. She had asked me to come to her office after practice. There, she asked me if I wanted to perform my new song on the last concert," I jumped into his arms again. "Wow, that´s amazing," his voice sounded hesitant. I was confused. Was he not happy for me at all? I pulled back and looked at him. "What´s wrong?" I asked. "Working on that song, means you have to hang out with Jackson more, right?" he asked. I knew where this was going. "Yes and…" I replied. This was so annoying. "I don´t like that you hang out with him. I´ve seen how that bastard is looking at you," he continued. I took a deep breath. "Where are you going with this?" I asked. "I don´t want you to work with him," he answered. "But Michael, there will be talent scouts at the concert…" I started. I hoped that I wouldn´t have to finish my sentence. I hoped that he would have gotten my point already. "What are you going to do if I work with him?" I asked. I feared his answer. "Maybe we should take a break then," he answered. I couldn´t believe him. Why did he have to act like a little child sometimes? I sighed. "What can I do to make you change your mind?" I asked. It had to work. There had to be something that I could do. "Have sex with me," he answered. I was shocked. I stepped away from him. He knew exactly how I felt about sex. "What?" I asked my voice was much harsher than I meant it to be. "I know what your view on sex is, if you want to show me that this relationship really means something to you, I want you to do it," he replied. I did love him, I really did, but this was too much, this was against my premises. "No!" I told him. "No, I won´t do it," I continued. I had thought that he wouldn´t be like all the other guys, only thinking about sex. I had thought he´d been different.
I ran off crying. Why couldn´t he just be happy for me, that jealous bastard. I ran to the bus stop to and realized that it had just taken off. I sat down on the bench and cried with my head in my hands. I missed my best friend – he always used to be there for me in situations like this. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. If I couldn´t feel his arms around me in an embrace while he was telling me that everything was going to be fine, I could at least call him and hear his voice. "Hello?" I heard him ask. He sounded groggy. I had forgotten the time difference. If it was 6 p.m. it would be 11pm in London. "Hi," I sobbed. "Addie, what´s wrong?" he asked. I couldn´t help but giggle slightly, when I heard him fall off the bed and hit the floor with a loud bump. "Addie?" he asked when I didn´t answer. "Oh, yeah, I just look forward to see you, I miss you," I answered. I had no idea how to tell him about what Michael had said. Chris was literally going to kill him if he knew. "Addie, why did you really call? I know you didn´t call me at 11p.m. to tell me that you missed me," I he pointed out. I took a deep breath. "You know me too well," I told him. How was I going to put this? I decided to just tell him flat out what had happened. "I´m proud of you, sis," he told me when I was done speaking. If it was possible I could hear him smile through the phone. "What am I going to do? I really do love him," I sighed. Should I do it? "I think you should stop the work with Jackson," he answered. I took a deep breath. Maybe I should. I had the song and I had the melody, Jackson just wanted to record the song in his studio. "Thanks, bro, I´ll see you in two weeks," I told him. "Love you, sis," he told me before he hung up. "Love you too, Chris," I whispered as I stared at my phone. I dried my tears away with the back of my hand and sniffed. I stood up and walked home as there wouldn´t be another bus for two hours.
Michael and I didn´t talk the rest of the week. I had been postponing the conversation that I had to have with Jackson, I had to tell him that I didn´t want to work with him anymore. Friday after school I realized that this was about time to do it. I took a deep breath as I walked in the direction of the studio. I stopped outside the door and hesitantly knocked. "Addie, hey," Jackson greeted as he opened the door. "Hey," I whispered. "I have something to show you," he told me and sat down in front of some kind of master. He started playing my song. "Wow, it sounds good," I told him. I had no idea that he had actually already finished recording. He handed me a CD. "Here, I think it´s really good," he told me. "Thanks, by the way, the song got elected to play as the last song in the concert next week," I told him. He smiled brightly. "Wow, congrats," he told me and smiled.
I was grateful that I didn´t have to turn Jackson down anymore.
