New city and it seems everyone is fighting. In the elevator up to our rooms, Justin told JC that he’s not worth it. I’m guessing “he” is him, the stranger. Wade and I stand silently in the back. JC mumbles something about Britney. Pissed Justin. Wade is forced into the argument when Justin spits at him. Pushing. Yelling. Cursing. Wade and JC head into JC’s room while Justin storms off to our room once the doors open.nextI snorted before getting off the bus so I don’t say much. Justin thinks I’m cracked out. I’m not.
He talks nothing. Anything. JC this. JC that. The boy’s in love. Sick fool. I just sit there and listen. Drooling for added effect.
“Damnit! Why do I keep going back? Fucking narcissistic jerk. Asshole!”
He continues to scream. This time, his voice doubles. He’s standing on the edge. To cry or not. He’s eyes water.
“He’s always doing this! I know that he loves me. Fuck!” He stares right at me. Walking slowly, “Come to think of it, he treats you better than he treats me. But he can’t love you, no. You? The fool?”
I want to pass out so he’ll leave me alone but something is making me sit there and hear what he has to say.
“‘Help me! Help me!’ Can’t even take a fucking piss on your own.” He’s seriously troubled. “I’m glad that he offed Laura. Your Laura. But you still act all innocent even after the fact I told you your girlfriend, your Laura, was raped and beaten to death -- more like drilled to death -- with a damn screwdriver!”
He’s finally crying now. Laura. I want to cry, but I hold back. He returned to screaming about [his] JC. After a few more minutes of him yelling and cursing, he finally leaves the room.
Laura. My angel. She’s… gone. JC killed her. I remember. I get off the bed, pop a few sugar cubes I got from Joey, and head out in the hallway to find JC.
His room. I knock. Door opens. Wade is standing in front of me with a towel wrapped around his waist. His cologne is still strong on his naked skin. Iceberg. Wrong room.
I leave. I see JC coming towards me with a bottle of Jack. He smells like Wade. Iceberg. The stranger. Wade. JC smiles at me when he walks by whispering, “I hear there’s a rave at a club down the street.”