JC had stopped talking to me. Reminds me of the time he scolded me a year ago. I still remember his words and my mind seems to love playing them back over and over. That’s when I knew he really loved me.next"Get the fuck out! I don’t want to hurt you!"
I whisper his words to myself before I head into the dressing room. We had just given a performance in New York City -- the last of the tour -- and I only long for the comfort of my own bed.
I slip off my specially made jeans that seems to make my ass look... perky... and climb into my worn out Levis. As I’m pulling up the zipper, the door quickly opens. A young blonde enters. The door slams behind her. I only glance over my shoulder to see who it was.
"I thought you found me repulsive." I continue dressing myself into my "street" clothes.
"I needed to see you."
"Needed or wanted?"
She sighs, "Needed. Lance is pissed off so you might not want to leave this room for awhile."
"What’s going on?" I turn around and face my nark.
"That’s all I know."
"Britney!"
She jumped at the sound of my voice. "What do you want to know?"
"Why?"
"Why what?"
I never thought this would become of me, but I couldn’t help. I rushed towards her and slapped her with my hand, feeling the blood rise to her cheeks. "No games."
She holds her cheek and stares. "You are not Justin."
"And you’re just a whore." I couldn’t believe the words coming from my mouth. This wasn’t me. What was going on with me? I hit the girl I loved and called her a whore. This is not right. Instead of saying anything, I walked towards the crying girl. I pulled her into a hug and kissed the soft skin behind her ear.
She sobbed into my shoulder, "Lance knows."
"Knows what?"
"You and JC."
"What about us?"
"You made JC human. You made him cry."
"And Lance is pissed because?"
"JC told him to deal with you. Seek revenge for the pain you caused him."
I stood in disbelief. My own love wanted to hurt me. "He cried on his own."
"He said you talked about Gennie. No one talks about Gennie. You opened old wounds." She pulled away so that she could look at my face, "You know she left him right? Packed her bags and moved back home with her parents. She also gave birth to his child... or Joey’s. Who knows? She was just a whore."
My arms dropped to my side as I turned and ran out of the room. I was running with my feet slamming hard onto the paved walkways. I ran out to the empty arena and found JC on his phone once more sitting on the edge of the stage. I didn’t think as I walked towards him. I didn’t think as my fist slammed into the back of his head, knocking him off the stage and onto the ground. "You are a fucking bitch, JC!"
He rubbed the back of his head as he got back onto his feet. Laughing, "What’s wrong Timberfuck?"
"You lying piece of shit. Britney told me everything!"
He only looked up at me, giving a sly smirk as he walked out of the arena and into the back. I couldn’t help but sit on the edge of the stage. I looked down and picked up JC’s fallen cell phone. A voice was on the other end...
"Josh? Hello? Where are you? Was that Justin? Joshua! Answer me!"
It was Gennie.