Fuck, his eyes are even more beautiful in real life.
He glances over my dress with those porcelain sapphire eyes. Britney is giving him a mad, pissed off look as I flirt with him, looking into his eyes glancing over my dress.
I love him, but does he have to stare like that?
"Justin Timberlake," he extends his hand to me like I'm some porcelain goddess and I politely take it and smile.
"Jade Vincent," I shake it firmly, wanting to melt as his eyes bore into mine, trying to tell me something.
Jade, I want you to be my girlfriend.
This fantasy was knocked out of my head as Britney knocked our hands away from each other's and shakes my hand, "Britney Spears, Justin's girlfriend," she smiled at me too hyperly and actually giving me a really dirty look as she states clearly enough that she is his girlfriend.
Like I didn't know that, you fucking slut.
"Pleasure," you can ladel the sarcasm out of my voice as I reply to her. She gives me a nasty look as she turns back to Justin.
Oh, don't give me that innocent little "good-girl" look. I saw that VMA performance this year. I was there.
I presented the best Rock Video.
And secretly fucked Justin backstage during your performance.
Oh ha ha Jade! You are so a virgin, even though you act like such a queen bitch.
"We better get going inside, Jade," Rico whispers into my ear and all of us head into the theater.
As we are watching the film, I notice Justin fidgeting often. Britney lays her hand on his, trying to calm him down, but he keeps fidgeting.
What the fuck's the problem? I'm not like, stripping in the movie.
I sigh as the movie flies by and head out to my after party. I actually act friendly during it. What a change of heart, huh?
And the good news: Britney told Justin her head hurt and she left, leaving the man to my taking.
I step inside the big recreation room. They are serving wine to the people who can actually drink it.
But not me. I'm jailbait, remember?
I glance around the room, looking for the guys, wanting to talk to them. Why the fuck would I want to talk to Rico? He's cute, but being stuck with the manager as a date for the night is pathetic enough.
Then I spot him. Standing by Chris by the bar.
I walk over, feeling the need to purposely trip over these damn stilettos so I could bump into him. But I accidentally trip over my stilettos because my feet hurt so bad.
Oh great! Like I don't look stupid enough, he actually comes to help me.
"Jade, you okay?" he asks me, grabbing my arm and helping me get up.
"Yeah, I'll live," I reply, giving him a smile I haven't given anyone since before I got discovered.
Jade, you going sensitive? Get back to normal!
"Your feet hurt?" he asked, looking down at my feet, noticing the throbbing.
"You have no fucking clue," I whisper into his ear, smelling the light scent of his musky cologne from his suit.
"That was a nice movie," he replied, sitting down on a chair next to us, "Sit down. Maybe we can talk."
"O-kay," I sit down next to him, propping my aching feet on the accompanying chair, wondering why he is being so nice to me.
I just had to ask.
"Why you being so nice to me? Don't you know I'm like queen bitch?" I ask him. Shit! Should I have asked that?
"Well, I thought that since we're having that photo shoot in New York for Vogue magazine, maybe we should get to know each other," Justin replied sweetly to me, smiling into my brown eyes.
I really loved being me at this moment. But you know me! I just have to fuck it all up.
"You know what?" I blow up at him, my legs flinging themselves off the chair, "I already got to know you, and I think you're a dickless pussy!"
Shit. Now I really fucked things up.