"Is everything ok, Chlo'?" She frowned. "I'm not sure."
Taking a deep breath, Chloe knocked on Chris's door, confused. Chris answered, eyes sad. "Chloe." She shook her head. "What's wrong? What's going on?" Justin looked up from his place on the bed. "What's wrong? For love of mike, Chloe, what's with the act?" She saw Cynda sitting next to JC, her hand resting on his comfortably. She shook her head. "Chloe. We trusted you. These guys trusted you. And you go and pull a stunt like this." Chloe could feel her anger start to rise. "Will someone tell me what the HELL is going on?!!!" JC jumped up to stand in front of her. "You know damn well, what's going on, and I'll give you 10 seconds to start explaining, or I promise you, I will throw you out of this room."
Chloe could feel the angry tears start to form behind her eyes. "Don't you DARE yell at me, like that. I have absolutely NO idea as to what's going on, and you all have NO right to attack me like this!" JC slammed his hand down on the desk. "YOU have NO right to go into MY personal life and dig up MY past and put it on display for the whole world to see how bad I got screwed!!! Do you hear me?!!"
She could feel her temper starting to push through, her normally calm composure, and she grit her teeth to keep from saying something absolutely degrading. "You listen here. I have NO idea, what's going on! Why doesn't someone just explain to me, what it is I've supposedly done!"
Lance sighed. "Chlo'. Come on. Just come clean. Why? Why'd you do it?" Joey nodded. "Yeah, Chloe. Why? I thought we were friends." She sighed, brokenly. "We are friends, Joey. I swear, I don't have the SLIGHTEST idea as to what's going on!"
Cynda snorted. "Yeah, right, Chloe. Friends are people who respect others privacy. You abused that. You abused the trust that Jive AND these guys entrusted to you. What if we went and spilled the beans to everyone on the planet about your relationships?! Don't you DARE think that we don't know about Joshua Jackson, Ben Affleck� or� Paul Walker. We know what you are!"
Chloe turned away, a hand covering her mouth, and she closed her eyes, feeling the tears beginning to spill down her cheek. And Chloe Maguire never cried. Paul was still an open wound. She shook her head, taking a deep breath, and quickly wiped her eyes, before turning back around. She glared at Cynda. "You, do NOT have any idea as to what you're talking about, so why don't you shut your trashy mouth and butt out!"
"HEY! That's enough. Don't talk to her like that. You're the one who's trashy. No, you're lower than trashy. Actually, I think you can be considered a dirty, no good whore." Chloe heard the words come out of his mouth, but her mind didn't seem to register them. Her hand, however, did. Before she knew it, her hand flew across his face, and that's when she lost it. "It is ONE thing, to call a girl trashy, but it's ANOTHER to call her a whore! YOU DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING! I hate you. You are the biggest asshole I think I've ever met. You leave me ALONE, and you do NOT talk to me EVER again! Or I promise you, I will really give you something that hurts." She stormed out of the room, as JC held his cheek, glaring after her.
Melanie sighed. "You guys� maybe we went too hard on her� what if she really had no idea?" JC sniffed. "Yeah, right, Melanie. How can she NOT know, if she wrote the damn article!" Justin groaned. "I don't like this� she seemed like she really had no idea what we were talking about� JC� you never told her about Kira, did you?" He shrugged, still holding his swollen cheek. "I told her some things� but not everything. It doesn't matter. She lied to us and wrote that trash. I could kill her."
Cynda sighed, looping her arm around him. "Don't talk like that. We're upset. We all are. But no talk like that." He sighed. "Fine then. I just hate her. We should talk to Johnny about getting a replacement."
Lance shook his head. "Not possible. We're in the middle of the tour. We can't. Johnny'll talk to her� And most likely Mr. Salinger will as well. We just need to get through this, ok? I know it's gonna be rough�"
JC sighed, angrily. "I'm going to go get some sleep. Everyone� just leave me alone."
The remaining occupants of the room, sat in silence, unsure of what had completely just taken place.
Melanie walked into her, Cynda, and Chloe's room, silently, and she saw her friend had fallen asleep on her bed, tissues surrounding her. Her eyes were puffy and Melanie could tell she had been crying for a long time. Confused, Melanie sat down next to her friend and stroked her hair. "Why, Chlo'? Why?" She asked, softly. Shaking her head, she climbed into her own bed, to get ready for the day of pure hell to come.
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