TORN

Chapter 15

It's been a month since Jacob and Zena arrived in London and in about a week they to leave. They had the concert footage, backstage sneak peeks, and interviews down. It was going to be hard because traveling back to DC seeing as Zena didn't want to leave London just yet. In fact, she wanted to stay and get a job there, maybe be the boys' personal photographer on the next leg of their tour. I wish my job and my family would relocate here, I know they'd love it in London. Nicki can enroll in university and my parents can still work their jobs, just from another country.

"Z, the boys have a photo shoot in about an hour and they want us to go. You know, to see what goes on at work off the stage." Why does Jacob always interrupt my sleep when I'm having the best dream. The alarm clock read 7:30 AM. It's way too early for this. Zena groaned at her best friend as he turned the lights on causing her to throw the covers over her head. "Zena Alexander get your sexy butt out of bed if you want to see Malichai in his tux," Jacob stated and she groaned again. "Hayden said that there's a beach scene and he wanted you to be his partner." At that, Zena quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door. Jacob rolled his eyes walking out the room while she quickly showered and did her hair and makeup before throwing on some black skinny jeans, a royal blue tank top, her blue and black high tops, and her favorite black leather jacket. She pulled her hair into a messy ponytail, grabbed her purse, and within fifteen minutes she was fully ready and waiting for Jacob in the living room. Jacob came out fifteen minutes later wearing black skinny jeans and a plain white tee with his black high tops. "You got ready quick," he said shocked that she beat him for the first time.

"Well, I don't want to keep Hayden waiting," Zena laughed as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "You want a cup?" she asked Jacob who was now sitting on the couch a bit confused and angry.

"Nah I'm good." He didn't look at his best friend which kind of rubbed her the wrong way.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine." Jacob smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. I hate seeing him like this because I feel helpless and I hate feeling helpless.

"No, you're not. Is it because of what happened yesterday? I'm sorry but I had to do it. You wouldn't have known any other way." Jacob just stared at her faking another smile.

"I'll be fine. And sorry about what happened. I had no idea," was all he said and Zena knew to back off so she just nodded. A few seconds later there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, you guys ready?" Thompson asked glancing at Zena before his eyes focused on Jacob.

"Yeah, we're ready." She walked over to get Jacob, who was still sitting on the couch staring at the blank TV screen. "Jacob let's go." Jacob walked past everyone to the elevator not saying anything. I know him too well to know he's not ok. What he saw last night scarred him and to be honest, I'm not sure if he'll ever return to normal. She tried to send him a mental note but his walls were up blocking her from getting through, so she sighed riding the elevator in silence, blocking out all the chatter going on and focusing on her broken best friend.

"So I asked ahead of time and I got permission to pick my own partner for this photoshoot," Hayden smiled and Zena nodded. It was obvious he was talking to her but she couldn't take her eyes off of Jacob. How do you fix someone who's broken when you don't know what the problem is? "Hey. You ok? You're not your bubbly self."

"I'll be fine Hayden, just thinking about some stuff." Hayden nodded. "So about this photo shoot, why is it so early?"

"Well it's for a clothing line and it's so early because it's going to take all day to finish," Stephan laughed and Zena nodded. The boys continued making each other laugh during the ride while Jacob and Zena slept. Since the boys needed to bring so much stuff, the group took Stephan's truck and Jacob's car. Jacob, Malichai, Stephan, and Zena rode in Jacob's car, and the rest of the boys rode in the truck. Stephan sang to the radio very loudly and very badly. I thought for a singer of a famous boy band, he would be a whole lot better at karaoke. After forty-five minutes of listening to Stephan badly sing some of her favorite songs, the group arrived at the studio and hurriedly unpacked and carried the items into the studio before being greeted by an all-too-hyper photographer.