Chapter Twelve

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Two chapters today!

Quincy's POV

Mommy says I will never see Daddy again. What does she mean by that? My little brain can not process of all this grown up things. I am confused!

Jack G's POV

Alyssa is always on my mind. Why can't I stop thinking of her?

Well now that her and Matt are divorced, I can make a move on her? Tell her that I have an interest in her? Ask her if she like me?

I'm going to go for it.

Alyssa's POV

"So does this seem good?" I ask Ashton and hand him the lyrics I wrote down.

Right now we are all writing a new song for the band.

"That's good," he says and flashes me a smile. "Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught."

"Can we take it from the top?" Calum asks.

"Yeah, but let me make copies."

I put the piece I notebook pepper on the copy machine and make four copies. I hand every person one and I have one for myself.

"Do do do d-do do do do do do

She's a good girl

She's Daddy's favorite

He's saved for Harvard

He know she'll make it

She's good at school

She's never truant

She can speak French

I think she's fluent."

Is seems good so far.

"'Cause every night she studies hard in her room

At least that's what her parents assume

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend

Here's what she told me the time that I caught 'em

She said to me:

"Forget what you thought

'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

So just turn around and forget what you saw

'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught"

Whoa oh oh oh- oh whoa oh

Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Whoa oh oh oh- oh whoa oh

Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught.."

They finish singing the song and I clap and holler.

"That's perfect, Alyssa," Luke says to me with a big smile on that face of his.

"Thank you," I reply.

"Good job," says Michael.

"Thanks," I say to him. "Well I am going to get some water. Help yourself around the house."

I exit the room and go to the kitchen. I open the fridge and look for a bottle of water. I finally spot one in the back and I grab it, shutting tell fridge door closed afterwards.

I turn around and almost die.

"Jack! You scared me!" I scowl him.

"Sorry," he says. "I need to tell you something."

"Go ahead."

I get pinned against the fridge and his face is very close to mine.

"I like you, Alyssa. A lot," is what he tells me.

"Okay?" I say.

"Can I take you out?" He asks.

"Jack, if you haven't noticed by now, I just got divorced three says ago. I am not going out on a date any time soon. I have two children to take care of," I say.

"Have somebody watch them. And I won't do anything you aren't comfortable with." He smirks.

"Move," I say and push him away from me, going to Taylor's room with my water bottle in my hand.

I go to her crib to see that she is just now awaking from her nap. "Hey, sweetie."

I pick her up and hold her up to my chest, her head on my shoulder. I rock her and leave the room, heading to the studio to see if all the boys are still in there.

To my luck so I won't have it look around the house, they are.

"Is this Taylor?" Michael asks.

I told them about Taylor but I never showed them her.

"Yes it is," I say. "Can you guys watch her for a minute so I can go get Quincy?"

The have met Quincy.

"Sure," says Ashton.

I give Taylor to Ashton and go to Quincy's room to see him playing with the wood blocks I bought him a week ago.

"Hey bubba," I say. "Wanna come see Ashton?" He loves Ashton.

"Yes!" He screams.

I laugh and take him to the studio.

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