Britney’s fucking pissed at me. She saw something she was never meant to see, but it wasn’t even my fault. After the concert, Justin decided to stick around. He spoke to me about how JC is and all the other guys. They were still the same group they were when I was on tour with them. JC, on the other hand, had changed according to Justin. He had completely stopped talking to everyone. Occasionally he’ll say something to Justin but that’d be it. Justin claims he doesn’t even know what happened. JC was just… different.
Anyway we went back to my room afterward while Britney went out to hit the clubs with a few dancers.
I fucked Justin.
Maybe I planned it this way and forgot to let myself in on the plan, but I was sharing the room with Britney. She walked in, saw me and Justin and walked right back out. She was in tears by the time I caught up with her at the elevators.
“Britney, I’m sorry.” I really was too.
“I love him.” She glared at me for a few minutes before staring back at the elevator doors.
Me being the smart-ass and not thinking, “But you fuck me nightly.” Great job Wade.
I never knew the girl could punch so hard.
She decided to run down the stairs instead of waiting for the elevators. I headed back to the room where Justin was already getting dressed. “Where are you going?” I was actually feeling sad that he was planning on leaving.
“I really shouldn’t be here.”
“Don’t leave.” Justin was hesitant. He wouldn’t move, only stood there and stared like a scared little puppy. “I’m not going to turn JC on you and force you to stay. I’m just asking.” I confessed, “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
Justin threw the shirt he was holding back onto the floor and sat beside me on the bed. “Britney is just pissed because she trusts you more than anyone. She’s not mad that you…”
I cut him off, “Yeah she is. She loves you Justin. She’s in love with you and trust me, she ain’t ever gonna stop.”
“I love her.”
“Then why’d you leave her?”
“She was hurting. Joey, JC, Lance… they fucking… “ Justin almost starts to cry but controls himself. “She better if she’s not with me. She seemed happier with you.”
I want liquor. “But she’s not with me. I have… had… I’m with someone.”
Justin rested his head on my shoulder. “JC doesn’t do boyfriends.”
“I wasn’t referring to Chasez.”
“Gennie’s dead. Everyone knows that, even JC but he keeps playing it off.”
I shrug him off me and stand up from the bed. “What do you know about Gennie?”
Justin looks up at me before getting off the bed and slipping his shirt back on. “I’m going to get going now. I have a plane to catch.”
“Justin.” I sound small, weak.
He turns to me, kisses my lips before heading towards the door, “You were the one she was last seen with. You should know what really happened to her. JC knows.” And that was it. Justin walked out the door leaving JC on my mind.