“Brit, we need to talk,” JC said in an aggravated voice.
“I don’t know,” I began to say.
“Please,” he begged.
“Fine,” I agreed.
“Can I come over?”
“Yeah,” I said as I looked over at my alarm clock, 3:47 am.
“I’ll be over there in a few minutes,” he said quickly, then hung up the phone.
“Okay,” I said quietly and set my phone down. I rub my hands over my face, trying to take away the sleepiness I felt. I pulled my hair back into a sloppy ponytail and sat on the bed, anticipating his return.
A light knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I slowly stood up and walked to the door. Not knowing what to expect, I opened the door and a somewhat drunk JC stumbled in.
“Hey,” he said and sat on the bed.
“Hi,” I said and stood across from him, leaning against a table.
He put his head in his hands and whispered, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know how he found out.”
“Neither do I,” I said and looked away.
“I don’t know what happened. When I woke up yesterday, Johnny was at the door here. He got mad at me for being here and bitched at me. He told me that there were reporters crawling around here and some of them caught up on us. I didn’t want you to be hurt. I didn’t want what happened last year,” he said, referring to the supposed Justin and I “scandal.”
“I’m not ashamed of us, are you? I wouldn’t mind people to find out.”
“We can’t. Five years apart, people are going to talk. You’re going to lose fans and so am I,” he said looking up at me.
“So we lose fans! Who cares! I don’t, they’re not as important as my well being,” I said, walking a little closer to him.
“You don’t understand,” he yelled, causing me to jump back, “we can’t do this. You can’t say anything.”
“Why?” I challenged.
“Because,” he said getting more infuriated by the minute, “I can’t afford to lose fans. They’re not as careless to me as they are to you.”
“I care about my fans!” I yelled back, angry that he insulted me.
“Sure you do,” he said sarcastically and stood up.
“I do,” I said as he walked to the door.
“Believe me, no you don’t,” he said and walked out the door.
“Asshole,” I shouted and slammed the door shut. ‘How dare he?' I thought to myself.
I laid down on my bed and turned out the light. Unfortunately, I was unable to fall back asleep and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning. Miraculously, I was able to pull myself out of bed around seven and got a shower. I put on some sweats and walked down to the lobby. I eat breakfast down there and spotted Johnny walking in. I flagged him over and he sat down next to me.
“Hello Britney,” he said cheerfully.
“Hi,” I said, “the eggs are good.”
“Then I will get that,” he said, “Tony’s outside waiting for you.”
I quickly walked outside and saw Tony standing next to the van. “Ready?” he asked as I approached.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I said sarcastically as I climbed into the van.
When we arrived at the studio, there were tons of people there. I quickly walked over to my recording booth, but noticed no one was there. I walked over to the coffee machine and stood behind two blondes getting their's. “Yeah, it was so fun last night. Why weren’t you there?” The one with short hair asked the other.
“Because I was too busy getting laid,” she answered, not shy of keeping her conversation hushed.
“With who, Carrie?” the one with short hair asked.
“JC from *NSYNC,” she replied nonchalantly.
As soon as she said that, I dropped the change I was holding my hand. The one turned around, but didn’t recognize me.
“Yeah right. Why would he sleep with you?” the one asked.
“I don’t know, but I fucked him not only yesterday, but the day before that too,” she said.
I quickly turned away as tears slipped out of my eyes, ‘How could he do this to me?’ I ran into my recording booth and wiped some tears away. I saw JC sitting in his section with his back to me. I quietly opened the door and walked up to him. I slapped him upside the head, not caring that there were other people in the room.
He turned around quickly and said, “Bitch! What was that for?”
“That was for taking my virginity away,” I yelled and slapped him again, “and that was for cheating on me.”
“I did not,” he began to say until I slapped him again, “That was for lying to me and this is for…” I slapped him as hard as I could across the right cheek, “That was for making me cry and fall in love with you.”
I felt my body being pulled away from him, but it really didn’t affect me at all. The fury in my eyes were raging. I could honestly kill him at this moment. I broke loose from the man and said, “Stay the hell away from me, JC. I don’t ever want to see you again!” I ran out of the room and into a nearby bathroom. I sat in there for what seems like hours, crying as I sat on the hard, linoleum floor. I now sat on a toilet with the door locked.
A woman walked in and said, “Britney, honey, someone is outside waiting for.”
“Who?” I asked through my tears.
“A man by the name TJ,” she said.
I jumped up suddenly and opened the door. “Thanks,” I said to her and raced out of the bathroom. Sure enough, there was one of my back up dancers and good friend, TJ. I ran up to him and gave him a big hug.
“Hey girl,” he said and held me tight. “I heard what happened, “ he whispered in my ear.
“You did?”
“Yeah, the whole place is buzzing about it,” he said.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said, “my car’s out there.” He led me out a side door and we got into his car.
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