Theresa woke up and climbed out of the bed and stood there staring at Justin who was still sleep. ‘How dare he do this to me, sleeping with Brittany is like sleeping with a plastic doll, yuck!’ Theresa thought to herself. She quietly walked to the bathroom and shut the door. She bent over and opened the bottom cabinet under the sink where the magazine was hid. She crawled over in the corner of the bathroom and placed her chin on her knees and began to cry while staring at the magazine. Still staring at the cover she felt pain and anger form up in her heart, then she heard someone walk to the bathroom. Standing up she threw open the door.
“Good morning baby.” Justin smiled as he leaned into give her a kiss until Theresa put the magazine in his face.
“Kiss this.” Theresa growled throwing the magazine into Justin’s face.
“What?” Justin asked in shock as he lifted the magazine up off the floor and saw him and Brittany on the cover.
“Don’t acted dumb Timberlake! How could you?” Theresa screamed as a tear ran down her cheek.
“Um…this isn’t true.” Justin lied sitting on the yellow bed.
“Don’t lie! I trusted you, I loved you, and I did everything for you, and this is how you repay me. Justin you are such a DICK!” Theresa protested, picking up his clothes and throwing them at him.
“Theresa listen to me.” Justin begged.
“Get away from me. Don’t touch me. And just think last night I had sex with you and that just makes me feel like I fucked Brittany. What the hell!” Theresa cried wiping the tears out of her eyes. “I thought you loved me but I guess not, you were just using me!”
“But I do…”
“Get out! And I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Theresa yelled walking out of her room.
-At the same time-
“Who’s yelling?” Kevin asked on the other end of the phone.
“I don’t know, it sounds like Theresa.” Stephanie replied walking into the living room and saw Theresa sitting on the couch crying. “Kevin can I call you back?”
“Sure, bye.” Kevin said hanging up the phone.
“What’s wrong?” Stephanie wondered sitting next to Theresa.
“Me and Justin broke up.” Theresa cried harder when she heard Justin come down the stairs. She turned her head and saw him walk toward her. “Get away from me! Just leave!”
“I’m sorry, baby.” Justin whined.
“Just leave.” Theresa demanded, as Stephanie opened the front door.
“Give me…” Justin was shutted up as Steph slammed the door in his face. Giving up Justin got in his car and drove away. Theresa heard the car leave and fell to the floor crying until the phone rang.RING, RING
“I’ll get it.” Lisa said running to the phone, just after she walked in on the argument. “Hello.”
“Is Theresa there?” A raspy man's voice asked.
“Listen if this is Justin I don’t think Theresa wants to talk to you.” Lisa yelled in the reciver.
“No, this isn’t Justin this is A.J.”
“Oh sorry, hold on.” Lisa apologized walking to Theresa and handed her the phone. Drying up her tears Theresa took the phone and said hi.
“Hey, what’s up?” A.J wondered.
“Um…can you come over?” Theresa asked.
“I would, if I knew where you live.” A.J chuckled.
“Oh that’s right. Just meet me at McDonalds in like thirty minutes.” Theresa giggled slightly. After seeing Theresa smile and giggle, Lisa and Stephanie knew that A.J was the one for her, they always knew that she could do better than Justin. Hanging up the phone Theresa ran upstairs to change into something.
-20 minutes later-
Theresa came running down the spiral stairs in her blue jean bell bottoms, a small white tank top with a picture of a colorful flower and her long blond hair was pulled back in a loose braid. Still trying to put on her blue and white Nike tennis shoes she nearly fell down the stairs.
“What are you doing?” Lisa asked watching Theresa sit on the floor with a pair of scissors and Justin’s favorite T-shirts.
“Well I’m going to cut up Justin’s favorite little shirt and well, I guess send it to him for Christmas.” Theresa laughed evilly, as she rammed the shiny scissors threw the shirt.
“Oh crap!” Theresa yelled. “I gotta go meet A.J at McDonalds.”
“You better go.” Stephanie requested as Theresa grabbed the keys to her yellow Porsche and zoomed out the door.
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