Chapter 35 - Play For Fun, Jealous, Another Song

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3rd POV

"So? When are you going to sing that song for me?" Veronica asked after we finished watching the football game that our school team won, thanks to Sheldon providing new data to George.

The players were visibly upset about the change in tactics, as was Wayne, George's assistant coach. He couldn't believe George had trusted a 10-year-old to revise their strategy. However, the players' annoyance gradually subsided as the score shifted in their favor. They began to look at Sheldon with renewed enthusiasm—if it meant winning, they were willing to try anything.

Tam walked toward Sheldon, leaving us alone to bask himself in the glory Sheldon had orchestrated.

"Hmm... I can't do that this weekend. I'll be helping Miss Fenley move some musical equipment to our company... well, technically, I'm not part of it yet until the contract is signed," Georgie said as they walked toward the school parking lot. "I'll also be discussing the contract with Miss Fenley and Miss Rosie later."

Georgie glanced at Veronica, who was pouting in frustration. "Patience, girl. Besides, the song I wrote isn't finished yet. I've only completed the lyrics—I haven't worked on the melody," Georgie chuckled, amused by Veronica's expression.

In truth, Georgie had finished the song. He just wanted to perform it for Veronica later.

"Ugh..." Veronica groaned, clearly annoyed. She was eager to hear the song Georgie had written, especially since Sheldon's words still lingered in her mind. Was something wrong with her? Why had Sheldon said that?

"...Can you at least tell me the lyrics?" Veronica asked, looping her arm through Georgie's and gazing up at him with a seducing look.

"...Tempting, but no…" Georgie replied, swallowing nervously.

"Ugh!" Veronica let go of his arm in exasperation.

Before Georgie could say anything else, he heard someone call his name. "Georgie!" He turned to see James and Kayla walking toward them.

"Hey," Georgie greeted them with a smile. "What are you guys doing here?"

Veronica, noticing Kayla with James, looped her arm tighly around Georgie again and smiled at Kayla.

"Well, I wanted to invite you to jam with us again," James said, eyeing Veronica's behavior. "...Are we interrupting your date?"

"Pfft, what are you talking about, James? This slut isn't worthy of Georgie's time." Kayla said coldly, ignoring Veronica's feelings.

"Shut up, bitch! Georgie is mine!" Veronica shot back angrily. She was already in a foul mood from Georgie teasing her all day and not making any move toward her.

"What did you say, slut?!" Kayla retorted, glaring at Veronica.

"Alright, calm down, girls!" Georgie said, trying to hold Veronica back. James also stepped in to restrain Kayla.

"That's really rude, Kayla," James said, frowning at her, though he knew she wouldn't listen.

Georgie gave James a look, signaling him to take Kayla away. "Edo! Bring Kayla to the studio first!" James called to someone who waiting in a car. "Go with Edo first. I need to talk to Georgie." James said firmly to Kayla.

Kayla, still glaring at Veronica, scoffed and flipped her off before leaving.

"...Your girl is wild, huh…" Georgie said to James with a smirk.

"...She's not my girl." James sighed, clearly frustrated with Kayla's behavior.

Veronica, now calmer after Kayla left, exhaled deeply.

"So, what do you want to say?" Georgie asked, turning his attention back to James. James glanced at Veronica, silently asking her to leave so they could talk more privately.

"Should I leave?" Veronica asked Georgie, but he didn't ask her to go. "It's okay; you can tell me," Georgie assured James.

"Alright... I have a band. Me, Kayla, and Edo formed it for fun, but we've performed at bars and nightclubs a few times—not for money. We don't get paid; we just play for the fun of playing music together."

Georgie and Veronica listened as James continued, "We all love music. We just want to play and see how people react about our band and our performed."

"So? What are you trying to say?" Georgie asked.

"I want you to be our vocalist." James said cautiously.

"No." Georgie responded firmly, surprising James with his lack of consideration for the offer. "James, we've only known each other a few weeks, and you want me to join your band? Honestly, I don't want to collaborate on music. I want to create music my way. I don't want anyone interfering with what I make. It's selfish, I know, but every artist has their ego, and this is mine."

James was taken aback by Georgie's words, noting the resolute expression on his face. "Alright..." James muttered before leaving with Veronica.

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Georgie's POV

Nope. I don't want anyone messing with my songs or ruining them in the name of the band. It's better to go solo and create hits on my own.

I know the company will back me up, but I won't let any band drama disrupt my performance.

Alright... this is my bad habit—being a control freak. It's crawling through my skin.

"...Wasn't what you said a bit harsh?" Veronica asked, looking at me.

"Not really," I replied, shifting my gaze from James's retreating figure. "I prefer to be direct so there's no misunderstanding."

Veronica seemed like she wanted to say something else, but another woman's voice interrupted. "Georgie, ready to go?" Miss Fenley's voice came from behind me, her gaze fixed on both of us.

"Do you need more time?" she asked, her eyes flickering toward Veronica.

"Where are you going?" Veronica asked, turning to me.

"I'm going to Miss Fenley's house to check what equipment we can move to the studio later." I said, glancing at Miss Fenley.

"Yes." Miss Fenley said, shifting her attention away from Veronica.

"Alright..." Veronica trailed off, unable to say much more. I could see the reluctance in her eyes as she got into her car. "I'm still waiting for that song, Georgie! You better not forget it," she said, giving me a determined look.

"Alright, alright," I replied with a smile.

Veronica smiled back and drove off, leaving Miss Fenley and me alone.

"A song, huh?" Miss Fenley's voice sounded from behind me. When I turned, I saw her standing with her arms crossed, squinting at me.

"What?" I said, feigning ignorance.

"You promised to write her a song? What song is it?" Miss Fenley asked, walking toward her car, dismissing me with a glance.

I followed her to her car and once we are inside the car, I teased, "...Are you jealous?"

"Pfft... jealous? Of that chick?" Miss Fenley replied with a smirk, her face twisting into a mischievous grin. But then, her hand moved—not toward the gear shift, but toward my lap.

I swallowed hard, aware that we were still in a public parking lot with people walking by. "That chick is nothing to me. My body... my experience... is more than hers." she said, squeezing me firmly. "This... is mine."

"Oh boy..." I swallowed again, my eyes meeting hers.

Her hand lingered, and I tried to gently pry it away. "Fenley... we can continue this later... be patient, okay?"

Fenley smiled, finally relenting. "Alright... You're such a bad, bad student, Georgie. I need to teach you more..." she said, her tone teasing and her eyes gleaming with intent.

"...I didn't know this side of you…but I like it." I replied with a grin.

After that little interaction, we left the parking lot and headed to Fenley's house. Only the sound of the radio could be heard in the car, and Miss Fenley was silent. I didn't know what she was thinking but I didn't disturb her thoughts.

When we arrived, I noticed the house wasn't too big or too small. It wasn't an apartment or anything like that—it seemed like a family home.

"Nice house," I said as I stepped out of the car, taking in the quiet surroundings. There were no neighbors in sight. "Nice neighborhood." I added with a hint of sarcasm, which Fenley acknowledged with an eye roll.

"It is a nice neighborhood. Don't assume it's full of Chinese families like Chinatown or something like that!" she retorted. I just laughed and followed her into her house.

Inside, the first thing that caught my eye was a piano in the corner of the living room. That's when I knew Miss Fenley truly loved music. "Do you play it often?" I asked, still staring at the piano.

Fenley followed my gaze. "Sometimes... That's my old piano. My parents bought it for me when I was 10," she said with a faint smile.

I nodded and continued to explore the living room, noticing pictures of Fenley from childhood to her college graduation. "...Cum laude, huh? It makes me wonder why you're in this town if you were such an accomplished student."

"..."

Fenley didn't answer. Instead, she invited me to take a tour of her home. I saw the living room, dining area, kitchen, bathroom, and my favorite part—Fenley's studio.

"Wow..." I said, taking in the impressive collection of musical equipment.

"How rich are you?" I asked, half-joking, because it was clear that this gear didn't come cheap.

"We need to move all this to our company studio. For now, we can use it until the studio can afford better equipment." Fenley said, picking up a guitar at the corner of the room.

"You can take this guitar home... It's for you." she said, handing it to me. But the smirk on her face told me there was more to it.

"...Of course, you'll have to write me another song." she added, her smirk widening.

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