It looks like his head is going to explode into 10 million little tiny, bloody pieces as he gives me a really pissed off look and yells, "Fuck you!" the loudest I have ever heard.
Everyone turns around to see what is going on. They see me blushing a bright shade of red as Justin is infuriated in front of me.
Oh shit. Now I'll never have a chance.
"Justin, I'm so-" I start out quietly and ashamed of myself.
Justin interrupts me, "You're sorry? You have no fucking right to call me that! I have more respect than that just to speak my mind in front of people, no matter how much they are called nasty bitches by everyone that has met them!"
Oh shit, is that what people really think about me? Like I didn't already know that.
"I can't believe I have to go to a photo shoot with you tomorrow!" he yells at me, straight into my face, "You're a fucking bitch!"
I'm too strong to cry, I'm too strong to cry, I'm too strong to cry…
"Justin, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it, that's not what I think of you," I say quietly, noticing that everyone around me has been listening to our conversation, even the other guys, who's jaws were hanging 5 feet open.
Please just disappear.
"Oh, so that was a joke, huh?" he yells into my face again, my eyes starting to swell with tears, but I refused to let even 1 fall, putting a sarcastic tone in his voice, "Calling me a dickless pussy was a joke? Ha ha ha! Very funny, Jade. I thought we could become friends."
"I thought we could, too," I reply to him quietly, my voice becoming emotional as I look around the room and see Rico staring at me with a stern look, like he was saying "This is what you had coming" with his eyes.
Rico, fuck you.
"I can't believe I broke up with Britney so that we could become friends," he sighed and let his head sink into his hands, hearing a few sobs come from his mouth, seeming to echo through the quiet room.
What the fuck? He broke up with her? When the hell did this happen?
Everyone, even me, stared at him unbelieveingly as I asked him, "Did you just tell a joke?"
"No I didn't, I was serious," he looked up at me with a cold stare in his blue eyes that made him totally unirresistible, "I really broke up with her. Really recently, too. Like, tonight."
"Why?" I was still in a state of shock from what he had stated a couple of seconds ago.
"Britney was jealous of me looking at your dress! I told her I was just admiring the color, because it is a beautiful dress, but she insisted I was fantasizing perverted shit. I told her I would never do that, but she just didn't believe me and threatened me that if I did it again, she would break up with me. I was so scared I would lose her, I was shaking through the whole movie. Britney tried to calm me down and tell me she was just kidding about what I've said, but I was so mad at what she had said to me, I broke up with her," he broke out at a fit of sobs when he looked up at me. I saw the emotion of the love he had for this woman pour out of his eyes and I kind of felt sorry for him.
But I wouldn't dare show it. I'm the "bitch of the film industry", remember?
"Justin, why would you break up with her so we could become friends?" I asked him gently, not knowing what to do to comfort him.
Justin looked at me again, fresh tears pouring out of his eyes and mine threatening, "I don't know. Why the fuck would I do something so crazy? You're not even worth being friends with."
Now that was just wrong of you, man of my dreams. That was just wrong of you.
"You wouldn't even be friends with me even if I changed?" I screamed at him and everyone went in a state of shock again.
Oh my god! Jade is THINKING about changing. Whoop de doo.
"NO!" he yelled at me, crushing my last hopes of ever being friends with him.
Oh no, this is not real. This is so a nightmare.
I smack myself in the face, trying to convince myself this was a dream. I really didn't feel anything. This is a dream! Yea! Justin really doesn't hate me.
But for some reason, that's not good enough.
"Rico, punch me," I state simply to Rico, looking at him with a stern eye. He comes over to me quickly, I think actually happy I had asked him that, and punched me square in the face.
Damn, that hurt. Shit, it is real.