Joey and Andrea held hands all the way, fingers linked, and looked at each other awkwardly when they walked back out onto the ballroom floor. JC kept a close watch on them, still suspicious about Andrea and how she was lying to the rest of the band.
Honestly, she wouldn't call it lying. She would call it "covering up" her problem.
They spent the rest of their night dancing, quickly feeling more awkward as the night went on. Joey regretted having sex with the poor girl, maybe she just wasn't ready for such a commitment, he thought as the guys hopped back on the bus.
JC just gave her a stern look as Andrea tried to be friendly around him, but she had this thick suspicion about him, as well as he did around her. Andrea suddenly, unexpectedly, followed JC into the back lounge and closed the door behind her.
"Andrea," JC said harshly as she sat down, "What the fuck do you want?"
"JC, I don't know why you hate me, but tonight, you've been looking at me with extra hate, what's going on with you?" Andrea asked, sitting a few feet away from him which made them both uncomfortable.
"I found this on the floor, I think it belongs to you," JC tried to squeeze out of his lips calmly, pulling the bag of weed out of his back pocket and Andrea's jaw fell, "I thought it belonged to you. Would you mind if I disposed of it for you?"
"JC!!?? How did you get that?" she gasped loudly, surprisingly loud but the guys didn't hear her.
"Andrea, I don't want to hate you, but I can't like you," JC said calmly, looking down at his feet, "I just, ug! Why is this so hard to say?"
"What are you talking about?" Andrea asked gently, trying to make him look up.
"I got a letter the other day, it's addressed to you actually," JC pulled another thing out of her back pocket and that made her make the biggest decision of her whole entire life.