"I had to do something personal," he said, slightly annoyed that she had to ask about everything that he did. "How long are you staying?"

"You sound like you're trying to get rid of me," she said as she forced a false pout across her lips. In all honesty, she couldn't wait to get away from him. When she had first met JC through a friend, he had been the only thing that she could think about. She didn't care that he was a famous musician, she thought that he was the one for her. But as time had progressed throughout their relationship, she had became suspicious of him cheating on her numerous times. They used to be able to create an electric current whenever they touched, but now it was as if nothing had ever been present between the two of them.

It would be easy to leave him. She knew that he didn't feel the same as he used to, but she wasn't going to leave without bringing him down. That's where Keith Harlen fit into everything. Keith was an established journalist that was always looking to bring down famous celebrities. She had contacted him two months ago, telling him the plan that she had came up with and he had immediately been hooked. Now all she had to do was put up with JC for a little while longer and then everything would begin to fall into place.

"Bobbie?" JC asked for the third time, this time waving his hand in front of her face. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," she said as she blinked a few times to bring herself out of the deep through process she had been in. "I just got caught up in a thought."

"What's wrong?" he asked, knowing that something was eating away at her. They had been together for three years, and it was very easy for him to tell when there was something going on in her life that she didn't want to share. He didn't always care about some of the things she would worry about, but he wasn't about to let her know that. He definitely didn't feel like putting up with her whining about how he never "talked to her".

"Its nothing, JC," she said in an annoyed tone as she stood up and stretched her arms above her head. "I think I'm going to go work on a story."

He watched as she walked out of the room and rolled his eyes. He knew that she wanted him to follow her and try to apologize, but he didn't feel like kissing her ass at that moment. The more he thought about their "relationship" or what was left of it for that matter, the more it began to piss him off. It seemed that it was always him giving instead of him ever being able to take.

He slammed his fist down on the couch, letting his head fall back to where it was resting against the cool glass window of the bus. One day he would be able to look her in the eye and tell her that it was over, but that day wasn't today. He could sense that she was up to something and he was determined to catch her in her act.

"You do know that there is help for people with road rage, don't you?" Heather asked, tilting her sunglasses down so she could look at Zara.

"Shut your mouth."

"There's that spunk that had disappeared for a few hours. Why did you bring it back?" Heather joked before letting her head rest against the seat, her eyes watching all the cars that they passed.

"Do you enjoy making me upset?" Zara asked as she cursed under her breath at another car who zoomed in front of her. "I swear if I had a tank, I'd run their asses over!"

"Maybe you should get off at the next exit so I can drive and get us back to campus safely!"

"What you need to do is sit over there and keep that mouth of yours shut," Zara said as she glanced in her rearview mirror and turned her signal on to merge into the fast lane. As she passed by the truck that had almost hit her, she threw her middle finger up in the air and zoomed by him.

"Are we almost there yet?" Heather asked as she shrunk down in her seat as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. "I swear you're going to get us killed and then you won't be able to write JC any love letters."

"First off," Zara began as she moved back into the previous lane of traffic that she had been in. "I am not going to write JC love letters. Second, you're really starting to annoy me with your critical remarks about how I drive. Third, I'M NOT GOING TO GET US KILLED!"

Heather placed her hands over her ears and rolled her eyes. "Consider my mouth closed until we reach campus."

"That's the best thing I've heard you say since we got into this car!" Zara cried, sliding her hands down to where they rested against the bottom of the steering wheel. She leaned her head back and watched the road before her, her eyes nervously looking around at all the traffic.

She had a lot on her mind, but for the most part it was JC that she was thinking about. Her brain was screaming at her to stop the nonsense that was going on, but her heart was telling her to be open to anything. She knew that when she went back to campus, everything would go back to being normal in her life, and that the chances of JC actually writing her a letter would be slim. She had decided to let him be the one to contact her first, just incase this was some kind of prank he was trying to pull just to get her back for the rude comments that she said about him.

The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that this was some kind of joke. She narrowed her eyes as anger began to flare throughout her body. If he wanted to play this type of game, two could play at it and she knew she'd come out the winner in the end. JC Chasez would definitely be sorry that he tried to mess with her.

"If it were as simple as you make it sound, that would not be a problem. If you want this done right, you're going to have to be patient and give it just a little more time."

"I think he suspects something," she said as she bit her lip and kept a safe watch on her surroundings. "If he suspects ANYTHING, he won't quit until he finds out what I'm up to and the wrath of Joshua Scott Chasez is something no one wants to experience."

"You're just going to have to take a chance with all of this Bobbie..besides, what else do you have to lose?"

She rolled her eyes at how dense the man was. "I have everything to lose, Keith. If the public finds out that I was responsible for bringing him down, then every little teeny bopper on this Earth would want to hunt me down and make me pay. I don't know about you, but I don't want to be ridiculed."

"If you'll give me four or five more days to make sure that everything is set up perfectly, we'll put our plan into motion. That's all I can do for you right now, Bobbie. I'm scheduled for a meeting in ten minutes concerning some nasty little rumors about Willa Ford."

"You're evil, Keith."

"It turns you on, baby," he whispered huskily into the phone.

"You just keep focused on your task, and I'll make sure you're properly rewarded," she said before hitting end on her cell phone and tossing it beside her. If everything went the way she hoped, in a matter of a few weeks she would be rich and living the life that she had always wanted, and JC would be living in shame for the rest of his days.