It won't keep us apart

Chapter 16: Get over it

Jacquie's POV

"Okay, good work everybody. Take ten because you all deserve it, and then we'll continue," Noah announces, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

It still bothers me that there's the unnecessary tension in the room between Noah and Richelle. Yes, Richelle and I have spoken a couple of times ever since I witnessed Noah's emotions blowing up in the locker room. Thinking about it, I need to speak to him. I don't care if he doesn't listen to me, but I don't want this to go on forever.

Noah turns around to leave the room, but I call out his name.

"Noah!"

He halts in his steps and looks back. "Yes?"

I jog over to him before saying, "I've been meaning to talk to you."

Richelle's POV

He wraps his arm around my side as I lie beside him. Elliot looks down at me and smiles. I meet his eyes with a mischievous grin, slowly hovering my hand up his side and pausing at his head. Without warning, I ruffle his hair, erupting in cackles. He laughs as he rolls over to the other side of the bed, narrowly escaping me. I shuffle over next to him, watching him expectantly. Elliot kisses the top of my head and pulls me closer.

"You're crazy, Richelle," he mumbles into my hair.

"Who said I wasn't?" I close my eyes and eventually drift off to a peaceful slumber, knowing that he is beside me.

~THE NEXT MORNING~

Soft clattering of pots and pans echo from outside of the room. My eyes flutter open. I turn my head to the side, but there's no sign of Elliot. 

No surprise there. He's always up early on days with rehearsals.

I stretch out my arms and run my hand through my hair. Afterwards, I heave myself off the bed and walk out of his bedroom. 

"Morning," I yawn, covering my mouth in the process.

"Morning," he responds without a glance at me.

Elliot has his eyes glued to his phone, fingers furiously typing away on his phone. His empty plate sits in front of him. Opposite to that, there's a plate stacked with scrambled eggs and toast. That's definitely mine.

I take a seat facing him, and before I start eating, I ask, "What are you doing?"

Frowning at his screen, he answers, "Someone from the production is bugging me about something, so I gotta clear it up."

I stab my fork into the scrambled eggs and pop it into my mouth. 

Once I finish chewing, I put my fork down, ready with my next question. 

"And what is that something?" I raise an eyebrow, hoping he would get the message.

"You know, the stuff about the performance that's a week away," Elliot replies casually, with a brief look up at me.

I narrow my eyes at him and reply, "Okay got it."

I carry on eating my breakfast silently, not caring that he didn't offer any other explanation.

Why is he being so evasive? He's dodging all of my questions. It's not hard to answer such a simple question. This doesn't feel right, there's something he's not telling me. Which makes me more suspicious of what's truly happening in his life.

Noah's POV

Jacquie just told me that she wants to talk with me in private. What is there to talk about? 

Why is it so important?

"Let's go out to the corridor," I steal a backwards glance before leaving with her.

We turn around a corner, then she stops to face me.

"You're probably wondering why you're here," she says.

I reply dryly, "How am I meant to know what you want to tell me?"

Jacquie sighs and shakes her head at me. "Tell me when you're gonna get over this drama."

Wait. What? 

"What drama? Everything's fine," I blink in mock confusion, still watching her expression.

She gapes at me. "Well, I know you're not fine," she glowers visibly, eyes as sharp as daggers.

"Ouch."

"Noah, quit the attitude, will you?" Jacquie searches around for something else to look at, purposely avoiding my eyes.

She's just talking rubbish. Everything's okay. She doesn't need to check on me to see whether I'm alright or not. 

"Yeah, yeah."

"Do you still think Richelle's a traitor?" she asks slowly.

I tilt my head at her. "Yes, why are you asking?"

Jacquie folds her arms in front of her. "I'll tell you what: she isn't a traitor."

"How can you not see that? Don't you remember what she did?" I demand, splaying my hands out.

Yep, she doesn't know what she's saying. I know what Richelle did. All of these things that she did when she came back. I thought she'd be good help, but no, she obviously wasn't the right person. She not only hurt Jacquie, but she betrayed the team. 

What a traitor.

"Noah, all of that is history. It's already happened, and I'm sure everyone is past that by now. Except you of course,' she mutters, clearly fed up.

"Hey!" I exclaim, feeling offended.

"You know what? The two of you need to fix this as soon as possible, okay? I won't be talking to you until everything is alright. I mean it," she says, walking away with her back turned on me.

Am I going to fix this problem? 

Huh, no chance.

A/N: Someone's still mad...

Will Noah eventually get over his distrust in Richelle? After all, she's apparently the one to blame.