Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{55}

I stormed around my office. Furious. Brendon had a new bassist in the band. It was another girl, of course. I didn't like how close they were. With tour coming up, I have to express my feelings or get my point across in some way so that Brendon can know that I am extremely uncomfortable with her.

Although, Brendon is a very friendly person. Since we met, that's all he's been. I think it's a little to close to comfort for me. I looked at the clock on the wall. The small red hand grazed past the 30 second mark. The door opened and slammed. I turned around. Brendon was walking in. I stood at my desk, with my arms crossed. Brendon placed his hands on his hips, "i'm gonna get right to it, Brendon. I don't like her."

Brendon furrowed his eyebrows, "who?"

I scoffed. "Don't play dumb."

"Joanne. What the fuck are you talking about?"

Brendon stood there, staring at me. I rolled my eyes. "She's poison. I want her gone."

"Who? Nicole?" Brendon murmured.

I raised my eyebrows and nodded my head. Brendon clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Joanne. Don't start with that bullshit," he began and turned around, "the fuck do I need to cheat for?"

"Brendon. I don't need to explain that."

He stopped and turned around, "you want to do this at work?"

I walked away from my desk and leaned against the front of it, "matter of fact. This is exactly where I want to do this."

Brendon's arms fell to his side. He nodded his head to the right and his eyebrows were raised, "I am not fucking cheating on you!"

"Fuck you! You are!" I began, pointing at him, "Where's that side of you for me?!" I yelled, pointing at myself.

Brendon rolled his eyes. His fingers ran through his hair, "why the fuck would I need to cheat on you?! Do you hear yourself? You sound delusional. Fuck!"

"You are such a dick!" I screamed.

Brendon jerked his head back, looked at the ground, chuckling, and I watched as his tongue lathered his lips with a layer of his own saliva, "why are you so mad?"

His voiced echoed through my office. I hated when he yelled. I smirked softly and cleared my throat, "because. I like the attention."

He inched closer to me. His pointer finger placed on one corner of his mouth and his middle finger doing the same on the other corner. His eyes glanced up at me, "oh. Trust me, darlin'. I know."

I rolled my neck. Trying to relieve any stress that was getting added to it. Brendon stood in front of me. A blank expression painted onto his face, "we good?"

I shoved past him, opening the door. Asking him to leave, "no."

He glared at me. Hands on his hips and his head hung low. I couldn't tell if he was happy to leave or he was angry at me because I told him to leave. He tossed his hands up and walked away from the desk. Inching closer to the door as I held my head low. He didn't bother to look at me before he left. And once he stepped out of the room. I shut the door behind him—which was completely pointless because I had an important meeting with Mchale about going on tour with Brendon. I took a deep breath, opening the door again and closing it behind me. I walked down the hallway. Taking in as many breaths as I could.

I knocked on the door, then opening it. Mchale sat his desk, with a smug look on his face. I started to think I chose the wrong dsy to talk to him about this. I closed the door, walking to the seat and sitting down. My hands rested on my thighs and my fingers were interlocked with one another, "get on with it."