Please don't let him know it's me.
"Sir?" I tried to get his attention by tapping him on his shoulder. He turned around from looking out of the window and moved his bag. I moved my bag and say down next to him, hoping he wouldn't recognize me.
He doesn't like Jade Vincent, but maybe he'll like Samantha Darlan.
"Hi," I smiled at him, not removing my glasses, "My name is Samantha Darlan. Why do you look so familiar?"
Like no one knows who he is.
"I'm Justin Timberlake," he shook my hand, 'I'm from the band *NSYNC. You've probably heard of us. They say we're well known."
How humble of you.
"Yes, you guys have a good album, I like it," I looked at him through the glasses, his fingers laced through his brown hair, which was getting longer and I could see curls forming, "What's the matter? Why are you so distressed? If you don't mind my asking."
He looks at me like he's gong to cry. Oh please don't cry, my love.
He sighed as he started explaining, 'Tonight, I met a girl. She treated me like I was trash, called me anything but a man, but then she broke to me that she loved me."
God all this sappy stuff is making me nauseous.
"And ya know?' he started giggling at me, "You might think this is crazy, but I don't hate her. She did apologize to me, but I wouldn't accept it and I almost strangled her to death."
Yeah, tell me about me.
My face was in an "acting" state of shock as he continued, "Well, I haven't really seen her since, and I want to tell her that I'm sorry. That I don't hate her. That I forgive her for what she did. But I'm not ready to be friends yet."
Here's my big apperance.
"It's okay," I take off my glasses and my hat. Justin looks at me like horns popped out of my head as I look at him with stern brown eyes and say, "I forgive you."
Oh god, does he regret tell me?
"What? How? Huh? It was YOU the whole time!?" Justin spit out, his eyes practically bulging out of the sockets, "H-h-how could you pull that off?"
Oh what a marvel I am, no?
"I play Samantha Darlan when I'm out in public when I don't want people to recognize me," I whispered to him, not wanting to blurt it out to the whole world.
I don't want some little 5-year olds running up to me, telling their mothers, "Look, mom! It's the queen bitch!"
"Thank you Jade, now I can exploit you to the entire public," Justin said, his voice dead serious and he gave me an evil stare.
Please don't look at me like that, Justin.
"Justin, I am sorry for what I've done to you," I started to plead with him, "But you've got to be sorry. You told Samantha you didn't hate me, why can't you tell or show Jade the same thing?"
Justin, I love you. Please don't put me through this.
"Jade," he suddenly turned to me, his eyes gleaming, and looked at me with sincerity, "I didn't realize I squeezed your neck so hard. Your whole neck is red!"
I wonder why he didn't notice that before.
"Let me put some lotion on it," he pulled out some rose scented body lotion and slowly put some in his hand, "And I am sorry about almost strangling you," he started to rub some on my neck.
I know you all want it, but no. I'm not going to let him.
"No offense, but I don't think I want your hands on my neck yet," I start to rub the cream in myself, Justin's hand moving from my neck, "But why do you have scented lotion in the first place?"
I just had to know everything.
"It's Britney's, she left it at my place and I haven't been able to give it back to her yet," Justin answered, lightly grasping the bottle for dear life, "That was one of the things I gave her for her birthday."
He really loves her, doesn't he?
"I'm really sorry about Britney, but you'll find someone who'll treat you right. Someone who won't get jealous at you looking at another girl's dress."
Justin smiled at me, "Yeah, you're right. Let's focus on US getting along for tomorrow, okay?" he held out his hand to mine to shake, "Truce?"
I, of course, had to accept.
"Truce."