"So what's up Andrea?" Justin smiled sweetly and he stopped smiling when he saw a really nasty look from Andrea, "Are you okay?"
"I can't believe you! You're such a traitor!" she yelled, leaving a harsh slap mark on his face and him stunned.
"Andy, what's going on? Why am I a traitor?" Justin asked, holding his hand over his warm, red cheek and looking at Andrea, genuinely confused.
"You broke the trust, we had a deal, you know I had weed and you took advantage of that, you stole it and probably gave it to Joey, now you're going to pay for that," Andrea pulled out another one of her "accessories", a pocket knife, and held it up next to his throat.
"Andy, whatever you do, don't move that knife," he swallowed nervously and looked down at the tiny knife so close to his artery.
"Why shouldn't I? You stole my fucking weed and exploited me to the whole entire band, didn't you?" Andrea kept the knife steady, a pro at torturing people.
"I did not steal your god damn weed!" he yelled and Andrea gave him a strange look, like she actually believed him for a second, "I told you not to even bring it. It probably fell out of your purse."
"Okay, Timberlake," she lowered the knife from his neck and he took the deepest breath, "You didn't take my weed. I must have dropped it. But who would find it?"
"I don't know," he ran a hand through his curls, "I guess this is what I get when I'm friends with a serial killer."
"Best friends," Andrea corrected him, wrapping an arm around his neck and kissing his cheek gently, "I'm sorry about that."
"Now, get back to your boyfriend," Justin smiled down at her as they were walking out of the bathroom.
JC just look at them; JC knew the partial truth and he would get her somehow. But how?