JC
looked up to see Justin standing at the end of the hallway. Lance yanked his
arm from JC's grasp moving towards Justin. Justin pushed Lance behind him as he
walked towards JC. He stopped just inches from him. "so your game finally
comes out. I never thought you would try to go after him. you being my friend
and all. I guess I was wrong."
JC
laughed. "We haven't been best friends for along time Justin. Yeah, we're
in the same group. Are together all the time, but I don't consider you my best
friend. you let your fame go to your head. You think you have it all cause you
are the lead of the group. The one everyone loves. You think you can string
along both Britney and Lance. Well, you aren't all that Justin. Maybe it is
time you realized that."
Justin
raised his fist, but felt a hand on his back. He looked back at Lance who was
shaking his head. Dropping his fist, Justin took a step back. "You ain't
even worth it, JC. Even after all these years it is clear that you don't even
know what I am about."
JC looked at Lance standing behind Justin.
"You want this?" JC ran his hands through his hair looking between
the two men. JC walked up to Lance
letting his hand trail down Lance's chest to the waist band of his pants. He
tugged on them slightly so that there bodies were touching. "You could
have me, Lance. Anytime." JC moved back with a smile thrown over his
shoulder towards Justin. He didn't even see the punch coming. He landed on the
floor on his back clutching his jaw. "What the fuck Justin?"
Justin
stood over him. "You so much as look at him funny or touch him in anyway,
and that punch will be nothing compared to what I do to you. Got it?"
JC
nodded as he looked up at the two men. Justin stepped over him reaching for
Lance's hand pulling him away.
JC sat
in the hallway for some time. He could hear the party going on in the next
room, and he knew he should be out there mingling, but something held him back.
He finally got up, and made his way to the bathroom to check on the damage done
to his face. He closed the door and stood in front of the sink. He reached his
hand up to touch his jaw cursing at the bruise that was already forming there.
"That little shit." JC continued to rub his jaw. "They deserve
each other. Lance will realize the mistake he made. He could have had me."
After a
few minutes, JC made his way back to the party hiding at the back of the room,
so that people wouldn't ask what happened to his face. He watched Justin and
Lance over with Britney and Emmanuelle laughing and talking. He noticed Britney
turned for a sec and watched him carefully before motioning to Justin who also
turned his gaze JC's way. The look he got from his bandmate made a shiver run
down JC's spine. When Justin turned back to Lance, JC scowled. He moved away from
the wall waving towards one of their bodyguards as he made his way to the door.
He glanced over his shoulder one last time before cursing under his breath.
That night as JC lay in bed he thought about his two friends. Maybe they were happy Maybe he should leave them be. Go back to how it had been before that night he had caught them in the lounge. He heard laughing coming down the hall outside his door, and immediately recognized the laughter of his two friends. He continued to listen, but he stopped as soon as their door closed. Flopping onto his stomach with a sigh, he finally closed his eyes.