I hate people and I want a Pepsi. I don’t care what these reporters are asking me. I’m letting Justin and Chris, of all people, answer the questions. Chris is actually somewhat sober today but I know that will all end within a few hours. If he’s doing ’cid, I might join him.nextJC is sitting beside me; how ever did I get so lucky? I feel like stretching out my arm and punching him right in the jaw before another camera has another change to take a picture of us.
We haven’t spoken since that night. I mean, what am I supposed to say to a guy that killed the one thing I love? Alright… so she’s like the fourth thing I love after sex, porn and Pepsi. But still, the concept is still there.
I’m often lonely at night with no one to fuck. So I started going out to clubs much more than before. I think my record is hitting at least five clubs in one night. I don’t know what I was really doing but I knew that was searching for something. Whatever that something was, I just wish I knew. Maybe I was looking for another girl, or just some one nighter. I don’t know. Interview is over and I’m getting fucked up.
The ride from the studio back to the hotel is just complete silence. Staring out the window, JC listens to his voicemail. I stare at the son of a bitch from the corner of my eye while Chris searches through his pockets for some ‘cid. He hands me a small baggie filled with sugar cubes. Yes! He’s got the good shit. I pull out three and start talking to him as I pull out two more. I convince him it’s only one I took and I think be believed me.
After we enter the hotel, we all scatter five different ways and head to our rooms. My room is beside JC’s so I follow him down the hallway as he still listens to his voice mail. I stop at my door as he walks to his and starts to unlock it. I can’t help myself any longer.
I run to his door, and stick my foot in the doorway before he shuts it. I turns around and looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I tighten my hand and slam my fist into his face until he backs up into the room. His nose is bleeding all over the carpet but he does nothing to stop it. He walks into the room and sits down on the bed, still checking his voice mail. I sit on the second bed in the room and stare at him.
JC hangs up his phone and looks up at me. “She was no good for you.”
“Like you care. I loved her.”
“Name her then.”
I still don’t know her name. I’m starting to wonder if she ever told me it. “Fuck you man. I don’t have to answer you.”
He wipes some blood off his chin, “You have no clue, do you?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Give me some ‘cid.”
“In your dreams.”
He lies down on the bed just as I get up to leave. He licks the blood off his lips, “You know that’s what she said to me the night I fucked her.”
I turn around, “What?”
“Your girl. I didn’t kill her because I was pissed off at you, which I still am. I killed her for… personal reasons.”
“Personal reasons? You’re so full of shit.”
“So was she. I’m still getting blood out of my hair.”
“I’m not going to play games with you.”
“I never play. I do or I fuck. Never play.” He finally stops bleeding as he wipes his nose on a pearl white pillow. He yawns a few times before I pull out the sugar cubes.
I hand him four out of my five. I have a feeling he’s going to sell them back to Chris. “You name her.”
He pops a cube in his mouth. “Christina.”
“Her name was not Christina.” He smiled devilishly. “Her name was Amie.” He bites down on the cube. I want to know why he killed her that I never even took notice of her name. It just rolled off my tongue and now I wanted answers. “Why did you kill her?”
He shrugged quickly as he stuck another cube in his mouth. I swear ‘cid does nothing to him. “I was pissed at you.”
I hate JC.