Back at the Carters house.............
The first car, containing BJ, Alyssa, Brian and a very upset Krista pulled into the driveway. The Carters car was gone. As soon as everyone was out of the car, the second car pulled up (They had sorta speeded to catch up.)
As soon as Nick got out of the car Brian noiced that his frieds hand was bright red. "Nick what happened?" Everyone walked towards him, including Krista, who was lead over to the group by Alyssa and BJ.
"Nothing."
"Yeah, right. I'm sure your hand just magically started looking like it hurts like hell." Brian said.
"He punched Timberlake." AJ said, still pissed off at what a jackass Justin was.
"You what?" Brian asked.
"I punched him."
"Nick, can I talk to you for a second?" Krista asked. He nodded and they walked towards the house. Once inside Krista lead him into the kitchen. Everyone else had followed them into the house but they sat in the living room.
When they got into the kitchen, Krista told Nick to sit down and she got him some ice for his hand. Once he agreed to put the ice on his hand, she sat down across from him at the kitchen table. "Nick, why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you suddenly care about what goes on in my life? Not two hours ago you were asking me if Justin was calling to dump me and you turn out to be the one that catches him cheating on me. Why?"
"Listen, Krista. I know that we dont get along very well, but just because we dont get along doesn't mean that I'm going to watch another guy walk all over you. Especailly not Justin Timberlake. I just can't sit and watch that when it is right in front of the both of us."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry about what ever it was that I said to get you pissed off at me. But Nick, can you answer me one question?" He hesitantly nodded. "Nick, why do you hate me so much? What was is that I did, or said? I know that I can't make you like me and I really don't care if you do or not, but I would at least like to know why. Aaron asked me last night why we always fight. I don't have an answer for him, but I'm sure he'd like one."
Nick didn't say anything. He just got really interested in the ice on his hand. "Great, you wont tell me!"
"No it's much worse. Krista, I don't know why I've been such a jerk. I don't have a reason."
"So, what you are saying is that you have tried to make my lifeaa living hell since we've been here, for no reason?" He nodded. "OK. well, I guess I can live with that." She got up and walked over to where he waas sitting. "About Justin. Thanks. You didn't have to stand up for me, but you did. I appriceate it a lot."
She turned and walked up the stairs.
About a half an hour later....
Brian walked into the kitchen to find Nick emptying out the bag of ice that Krista had given him. "Hey, Frack, where's Krista?"
"She went upstairs. We talked a little bit and then she went upstairs."
"You didn't say anything to make her upset, did you?"
"Not to my knowlage. If I did I didn't mean to."
"Well, I'm going to see what's up. And you are going to come with me." Brian grabbed Nick by the sleeve of his Tommy shirt and pulled him up the stairs.
When they got outside of the bed room that Krista and BJ shared, Brian listened at the door. "She's crying." He whispered.
"I swear to god, I didn't do or say anything." Nick whisperred back.
"Well, think about it. Her worst enemy told her and showed her that her boyfriend was two timing her. I think she has a good reason to be upset."
"Good point." Brian smiled and knocked softly on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me." Brian said.
"OK, come in." When they entered the room Nick and Brian found Krista face down on her bed, crying.
"Krista?" Nick asked, actually sounding concerned.
She looked up and saw the two guys watching her. She just burried her face in her pillow and cried harder. Brian sat down on the bed next to her and rubeed her back, trying ot comfort her any way that he could.
Once she had calmed down a little bit she pulled her face out of her pillow and looked at the two of them. Nick was sitting on the floor, next to the bed, so when she looked in his direction she could see directly into his eyes.
"Krista, I'm sorry about Justin. I didn't think that he was a player, but I guess we were all wrong."
"Well, not all of us were wrong." Krista said. "Nick knew he was a jerk, but I didn't listen. Not that I had a reason to believe him."
"Yeah I know. How long did you go out with him?" Brian asked the question carefully.
"About two months."
"Justin set a record for himself. That's the longest I think he's ever been in one relationship. You know, besides with his mother." Nick said from the floor. She smiled slighly at the comment.
"Well, it doesn't really matter. It's all gone to shit now."
"Well, you always have us. We aren't going anywhere." Brian said.
"I guess." She said simply, sitting up.
"You guess? You guess? Oh no! You have to know!" Brian said. He looked at Nick mischeviously. "Hey, Nicky boy. I don't think we ever found out if this one is ticklish."
"OH NO YOU DON'T!!!" She said, getting what they were hinting at. Nick got up off the floor and just laughed as Brian tackled Krista and started to tickle. "NICK!!!!!!!! HELP ME!!!" But all he could do was laugh.
Brian finally stopped, when he thought that she might pass out from laughing too hard. "I think that's she's tickleish." Brian said.
"Gee ya, think?" She said. She turned to Nick. "And by the way, thanks for the help." She smiled slightly and walked out of the room. "OH AND BRIAN? I WILL GET YOU BACK FOR THAT!! YOU TOO NICK!"