"What's wrong, Nick?" Brian asked when Nick entered the room. Nick looked in Brian's direction.
"Emmalee broke up with me," he replied.
"Really? Why?" Brian asked. Nick walked over to the chair, and slumped down into it.
"Because Jen fed her some lies, but not from her mouth, she somehow got me drugged sometime and made it look like we had sex, and she had some carema person to take pictures of it. And as the saying goes a picture is worth a thousand words, but those words are a bunch of crap."
"Are you sure you're not making up excuses so you and Emma can get back together?" Brian said warily. Nick's head shot up.
"You don't believe me either and you're supposed to be my friend? Why can't you believe me? Fine, you so-called friend, I'll see ya around," Nick said, standing up, and walking out of the door.
"Nick, I-" Brian started, but the door slammed, cutting off Brian's words. Brian sighed, and lay back on the bed. He had just made a mess of things. He decided to go and talk with Jen.
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Nick slowly walked down the street with his dark sunglasses and hat on, so no one would recognize him. His shoulders were slumped, and he stared at the ground the whole time, when he bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't-" he abruptly stopped when he saw who it was. It was Emmalee. She stared coldly at him for a second. Nick smiled weakly. "I'm sorry, Emma, I wasn't watching were I was going," Nick apologized.
"Watch the road more carefully next time, moron," she said, walking away. Those words cut into him deeply, like knife wounds to his heart. He sighed, and continued to walk slowly. He glimpsed a park bench at the park across the street, so he decided to go and sit down, and think things over.
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"Oh, God, I shouldn't have been so cruel to him. He looked so hurt. Wait, what am I talking about? He deserved it! He got exactly what he deserved," she justified. She stepped into her hotel room, and went to get dressed for bed. It was still a little early, but she felt drained after the day's events. She slid into the cool covers, and was asleep in a little while, even though her thoughts stayed troubled.
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"Okay, okay, damn! You don't stop do you? Well, Emma won't believe you anyway! But Nick is telling the truth. I drugged him, and then hired a person to take pictures of our little event. Nick had no idea until Emma let him see the pictures. That was so funny!" Jen said, remembering hearing Nick trying to defend himself, but miserably failing.
"You are such a bitch, you know that?" Brian said, regretting saying what he had to Nick. "You should be thrown off the tour," he said.
"Too bad it's not gonna happen, 'cause it's too late to try and get another make-up artist, and Emma can't do it by herself," Jen reasoned, smiling.
Brian hated to admit it, but she was right. He sighed infuriatingly. "Okay! But you are gonna pay, Jen. Don't think for a second that you're gonna get away with what you did," Brian said, before slamming out of the room. Jen laughed.
"Don't you know that I already have?" she said to herself.
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After a couple of hours of sitting on that park bench, Nick decided to head back to the hotel. It was getting dark, and he was very tired. He would have to think about what to do the next day.
Chapter 17
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