Tears fling out of my eyes as his hands lands at his side. He has punched me right on the cheek, almost on the eye. This is going to look great for the photo shoot tomorrow.
That is going to leave a mark in the morning, along with my damn aching feet.
"What was that for?" Justin asked strangely, "Trying to prove something to me?"
"Yes!" I yell at him, "That this is not a dream! That the guy I love isn't actually saying this to me!"
Oh my god, did I actually say that?
I get up out of my chair as fast as I can, running towards the bathroom. Justin is giving me a sorrowful look as I am trying to run away, but I trip on my heels 6 feet away from them.
Damn diamond stilettos. Pieces of garbage.
I get up slowly and my face is streaked with my mascara and make-up from my finally escaped tears. I look back at Justin, the man I love, and walk slowly to the bathroom, away from the crowd that is staring at me.
God, just let me live through this night.
I get into the bathroom and sit down on the counter, getting my butt wet from the water already on the counter. I start crying like I haven't cried in years.
I don't like to cry very much. I was taught to be very strong and not cry.
"You're such a fucking loser!" I scream to the bathroom and break out in a fit of sobs. I feel like banging my head off the side of the bathroom wall.
Wait a minute. Why are there urinals in here?
As I was looking up, I noticed urinals a couple feet away from me. Oh damn, I ran into the GUYS bathroom. Well, this is just great. Now Justin can come into this bathroom and try to comfort me.
Yeah right. Like he would WANT to after what I said to him.
I hear a light voice calling, "Jade, you in here?" from down the hall. It sounds like Lance from the deep voice, but it sounds so far away.
Good, I don't want anyone to find me.
He's probably calling into the girls' bathroom. But I was a dumbass and ran into the wrong bathroom to vent for myself. But I know he will find me sooner or later.
"I'm in here," I say quietly, but loudly enough so he could hear me from inside.
I saw the door opening and Lance's serious face and body walk into the bathroom slowly. After him, even slower, came JC and Joey.
Oh wow! It's the pretty boy parade!
"Jade," JC said quietly, coming up to me in the bathroom with a serious look plastered on his face, "What are you doing in the guys' bathroom?"
What a dumb question! I thought it was going to be "Are you okay?"
"To get away from the beautiful people!" I exclaim, turning my head towards the wall, not wanting them to be here trying to give me a lecture.
I had enough of that in high school. The 1 � years I took of it.
"Do you realize you should be beaten senseless because of what you said to Justin?" Joey yelled at me, grabbing my arm and pulling me off of the counter.
This is the easiest question asked out of me.
"Yes I do," I reply gently, yanking my arm out of his grasp, getting a paper towel and wiping some tears away from my eyes, "But I didn't mean it."
What did you mean, Jade? Did you mean to say something worse so that he won't even look at you anymore?
"Justin was right, you are a bitch," Lance said to me, his green eyes secretly holding a pissed off fire in them, "But we're going to give you a second chance."
What did he just say? I didn't screw up everything?
"Why?" I ask coldly, looking up at Lance, seeing his face soften as he is thinking about what he is going to say next to me.
What? Is he going to tell me off? Things couldn't get any worse.
"Because you said you love him."
Fuck, it just got worse.