"What did I do wrong?" Joey asked Lance from his vulnerable position, Lance still eating the granola bar.
"Maybe you told her too soon," Lance suggested, his mouth practically stuff with granola, "Give her time."
"Why does this sound like d�j� vu? JC asked sleepily, sitting down next to Lance.
"JC, don't you start," Joey moaned, "I already know you hate her."
"Damn straight!" he exclaimed, "She may have had a bad lifestyle, but it was her choices that resulted in her bad doings."
"If she weren't at the strip club, I would have never met her!" Joey's head shot up quickly and he was starting to get genuinely pissed at him.
"Justin was right," JC told him, not affected by his outburst, "You are going to learn your lesson the hard way."
"You bastard!" Joey yelled and punched JC hard in the jaw, making his lip bleed.
"Oooh, you don't know how much I want to punch you back, do you?" he said threatening in a low, raspy voice, feeling his bloodied lip with his finger.
"I don't give a shit," Joey said, getting up, "If I had a choice, I'd beat the shit out of you until you started liking Andrea!"
"You'd have to beat me 'till I was dead then!" JC yelled at Joey, standing up as well, leaving Lance cowering below them, "I will never like that dirty whore!"
"Ug!" Joey exclaimed, slipping out of the seat and heading off the bus, leaving JC to cool off and Lance to try to convince JC that Andrea wasn't all that bad.
Joey put his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet walking down the side of the road. He didn't care if anyone recognized him at this point, he had to make a decision about his love for Andrea.
"Give it time, she will come to love you," Joey told himself and envisioned Andrea's smiling face in his mind. He would come to love her. Or only in his thoughts.