Chapter 8
"No!" screamed Erica and ran out of the room.
Lance went over to the bodies and looked at them. I saw him bend down and feel Gertie's neck. Then he got a worried expression on his face. "Nat, she's really dead."
"But the murdres are fake!" I said.
"I don't think she was murdered. She is old. She could have seen Chris's body, thought he was really dead, and she had a heart attack or stroke or something."
"And you're positive she's dead?" I asked.
"Well," started Lance, "she doesn't have a pulse, and I don't hear or see any signs of breathing."
"Maybe we should call a doctor."
"You're probably right. I'll go," said Lance and walked to the office to use the phone. By this time, most of the guests had arrived for dinner and had gathered around the bodies, but no one wanted to get too close.
"The doctor's on his way," said Lance entering.
Then I noticed the Dr. Martin prints by the bodies. I pointed to them, and Lance nodded in agreement.
Soon a doctor entered.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Green, no relation to the guy from ER," he said. "I got a report of a heart attack. Where's the victim?"
We pointed to Gertie, and he started examining her. "Yes, definately a heart attack. I'm sorry, there's nothing that can be done. She's dead."
Fred started crying. "Who did this?"
"She had a heart attack, sir," said Dr. Green.
Fred continued crying. You could tell that he really loved Gertie. He seemed mad at someone even thought no one had killed her.
"Hey, Nat," Lance whispered.
"Yea?"
"Today at the shoot, Joey and JC were fighting over who got to have Charity as his girlfriend, but Chris got her, and Joey said he was so mad he could kill him. I thought it was just a figure of speech, but do you think..."
"That's definately more evidence. I think I'm gonna go talk to Erica. I think she needs some love right now."
"Yea. You know the old saying. I need love, you need love, we all really need love."
I chuckled at the joke. "See ya later."
"Bye, Nat."
I left the commotion of the dining room and went to Erica's room. I knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Nat."
"Come in."
I opened the door, which was unlocked, and entered the room. Erica was sitting on the bed, and I could tell that she'd been crying.
"Erica, you do know that it's only fake, right?" I asked.
"Yea."
"Then why are you so upset?"
"It made me think. What if I really did lose Chris?"
"You really love him, don't you?"
"Well, yea."
"Just remember, it's only for pretend. You'll see Chris again once someone figures out who the murderer is."
"You're right. Maybe I over~reacted just a little."
"Maybe."
"So, how are things going with you and Lance?"
"Really good."
"You guys make a cute couple."
"Well, so do you and Chris."
"Yea," she said and got tis dreamy lok on her face.
"Girl, snap out of it!"
"Okay," she said coming to her sences.
"What about JC and his crush on Nadine? Isn't that hilarious?" I asked.
"Yea. I'm surprised JC hasn't like gone off on Josh yet."
"That'd be funny."
Erica and I talked for awhile, and then she fell asleep. I walked back to my room, changed into my pajamas, and went to sleep.
~*~*~
After dinner, Joey tried to flirt with me as usual, but I needed some time alone. I decided to go outside and lay in the garden.
My friends had really been bothering me lately. They were doninating my time, and I never had time to spend with my other friends.
Nat, Alyse, Erica, Nadine, and I are in a band called Red Hot. Lately, I've been thinking about quitting. I don't have fun in Red Hot any more, and ther never let me sing and of the Backstreet Boys' songs.
To solve that problem, I started my own band. It's me and my friends Genny and Bettie. They're both huge Backstreet Boy fans. That's all we sing. The problem is, I haven't told the other girls in Red Hot about my band, the Backstreet Girls. I know, creative name, but we might change it to Chaos, one of Nick's nicknames.
I really love Nick. That's what makes being with the guys from 'NSync for a whole week seem unbearable. Especially with Joey having a huge cruse on me. 'NSync are such Backstreet Boy posers. I don't know why my "friends" don't realize this.
Then I saw Joey coming to ward me. "How did he ever find me out here?" I thought. I tried to hide in the flowers, but it was too late. Joey had found me.
"You look nice, Yasmine."
"Thanks, Joey, but I don't like you."
"I don't think you've gotten to know me well enough yet. Let me introduce myself. I'm Joseph Anthony Fatone Jr. Pleased to make your aquaintence."
"Well, Joseph Anthony Fatone Jr., I still don't like you."
"Why not?"
"One, you're a huge flirt. Two, I hate your band. Three, I'm devoted to Nick Carter."
"So will you go out with me?"
"No!" I screamed and walked away.
~*~*~
I was hurt. No girl turns down Joey Fatone. No one. Especially not Yasmine. She was my true love. Even more than Pamala Anderson. She would pay for this. I would get my revenge.
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