“What?” he asked, not bothering to turn around.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he said and continued to walk down the hall.
“Britney,” Johnny said behind me, “we need to talk.”
“Yeah,” I said as he pulled me into a meeting room.
“I don’t like your relationship with JC,” he said, straight out.
“What do you mean?” I asked incredulously.
“I already told JC, but you’re ending your relationship with him,” he said.
“You can’t do that,” I said.
“Britney, be realistic. You two aren’t going out, are five years apart, are young, pop stars, and are having a sexual relationship together. The media would eat that up.”
“We could say that we’ve going out, I said.
“No Britney, just stop it. I do not want this to continue,” he said and left the room.
I couldn’t describe what was going through my body. I felt pain, betrayal, sadness. “This is wonderful,” I said aloud and sat down on a chair.
Johnny came back into the room a little while later, and said, “Lunch is over.”
“Yeah, so?” I asked. I didn’t feel like doing anything. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
“Maybe we should call it quits for today,” he said.
“Maybe we should,” I said.
“I’ll be right back,” he said and left the room.
Tony walked in the room and said, “The car is waiting Britney.”
I wouldn’t move. I couldn’t.
“Come on Britney, get up,” he said.
“No,” I said quietly.
“Fine,” he said and picked me up, “Do you want me to carry you down the hall like a baby too?”
“No,” I yelled and pushed away from him. I walked quickly down the hall and into the car.
“I’m sorry Britney. I should have told you,” Tony said.
“You knew?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, ashamed that he knew and didn’t tell me, “I tried to tell you.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine,” I said.
“You’ll fine someone better.”
“I hope,” I said.
The rest of the ride to the hotel was uneventful. As I walked into the hotel, I caught a glimpse of JC. He totally ignored me and went into an elevator. I looked longingly at his direction, unit I was brought back to reality.
I went into an elevator and went up to my floor. I opened my door and set down my stuff. “We need to talk,” JC said from the bed.
“Yeah we do,” I said.
“Why did you tell Johnny?” he asked.
“I didn’t tell Johnny,” I said, defending myself.
“Yes you did,” he said.
“No, I didn’t,” I said.
“Then who did?” he asked.
“How the hell should I know?”
“People are right. You are nothing but a slut,” he said and exited the room.
I followed him out into the hall and yelled, “No I’m not you bastard.”
“Fuck you Britney,” he said.
“Oops, sorry. You already did,” I said.
“You know what,” he said, walking closer to me, “no matter what you do in life, you will always be that little whore from Kentwood.”
“Yeah and you’ll always be that dick head from Bowie.”
“I’m so sick of you right now,” he said, “Your such a tramp.”
“And what does that make you?” I questioned.
“Forget it,” he said and walked to his room.
I didn’t know we drew a crowd, so I hide my face and ran into my room.
An hour later, Johnny called me and bitched at me for JC’s little act. I should have known he would take the side of JC because JC reminds him so much of his son. My life basically sucks right now. I picked up the phone and called my mama.
“Hello?”
“Mama, its me,” I said.
“Britney, how are you? Is JC good?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Is JC good at producing?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said.
“That’s good,” she said, “but I have to go, honey.”
“Why? Where are you going?”
“To pick up your sister,” she said.
“Okay, bye mama. I love you.”
“Bye sweetie, I’ll talk to ya soon.”
‘Well,’ I thought to myself as I tossed the phone down, ‘This sucks.’
“I turned on the TV and fell asleep soon after.
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