So Screwed
"So you told him to take this Danyelle chick and screw whoever the hell he wants?" Ally asked me as I nodded.
"Yeah," I sighed as I snuggled into my pillow, "You don't think I overreacted, do you?" She shrugged and laid down next to me. Her hand ran over her huge belly as she stared at the ceiling.
"No, not at all. I don't like that Danyelle girl as much as you don't, but still. . ." she trailed off crinkled up her nose in thought.
"Still what?" I asked curiously. Her hands ran through her dirty blond hair.
"I just don't think Justin's that type of guy, sugar." she explained, "That boy loves you like he loves his mama." I smiled softly at the thought.
"I love him too, Al." I said softly, "I just. . . I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I have to be so much more than I am to keep him happy."
"Well, stop it."
"I can't," I whined, "Especially with that bubbly bitch walking around, strutting her stuff around him all the time." Ally sighed and rolled her eyes.
"So you thought that if you broke up with him, things would be better?" Her sarcastic tone made me feel dumber than I already was.
"I didn't think anything through, Ally." I said, "I just blurted that shit out in a fit of anger."
"Well, maybe Justin knows that. Maybe he didn't take you seriously." she tried to reason.
"Then why hasn't he called in over a week?" She shrugged and gave me a sympathetic smile.
"Tight schedule?" I rolled my eyes and tucked my arm beneath my pillow for better support.
"Maybe this was it, you know?" I asked, rhetorically, "Maybe he finally had it with me and I finally set him free."
"Lonnie. . ." Al cooed, "I bet he's miserable. He's probably in hotel room right now, crying his eyes out over you."
"Or maybe he's having the time of his life with that stupid heifer." I pouted and turned my back to her. My childish antics caused her to laugh lightly.
"You're being irrational again." Ally stated in a-matter-of-fact tone, "Especially if you think for one second that he's fooling around with the woman that caused this break up."
"But the thing is," I said as I turned back around, "He thinks that she's not the problem. He claims that I'm paranoid."
"And you are." Ally said, "But that chick is far from innocent."
"You try telling Justin that."
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Justin sighed as he flipped over in his bed for the millionth time. He groaned when he faced his clock. It wasn't even eleven yet and he was far from tired. But he didn't want to be anywhere near Danyelle right now, in fear that he would make matters worse by telling her about his argument with Alonsha. Besides, he wasn't in the mood to be bothered by anybody. He just wanted to wallow in his sorrows.
"Justin?" He rolled his eyes when he heard Trace's footsteps coming towards his bedroom door.
"What?" he asked, annoyed and knowing what Trace was gonna say.
"Man," he said walking into the comfy hotel room, "You can't stay here like this." Justin glared at him before pulling the blanket over his head.
"Watch me." Trace sighed and his face filled with concern.
"Come on, Jay," Trace said gently, "Let's go out. There's a Blues club not too far from here. Everybody's ready to go." Justin grunted.
"Just what I need," he stated sarcastically, "More blues. . ." Trace rolled his eyes and yanked the covers from Justin's body.
"Get up," he demanded, "You've got ten minutes." Justin pouted and grabbed the sheets from his hands.
"Fuck off, ass wipe." Trace remained, not phased by his words.
"Stop being a bitch," Trace growled, "You got dumped, so what?"
"Is that suppose to be some kind of reverse psychology method or something?"
"No, it's the truth." Trace corrected, "Moping around here isn't gonna get her back." Justin covered himself up with his sheets and turned his back to Trace.
"I can sure as hell try," Justin grumbled childishly. Trace rolled his eyes and put his hands up in surrender.
"Fine, man. Fine." He pulled out a set of keys from his pockets and set them on the nightstand, "There's the car. If you wanna go, the club's on Rigby Street." He sighed and walked out. Justin still stubbornly pouted and didn't move until he heard his door shut firmly. He rolled over and looked at the resting keys.
"I might as well," Justin said to himself as he rolled out of bed and walked into his bathroom to get ready.
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About half an hour later, Justin was showered and dressed. He took the elevator down to the lobby and politely sent a smile to the woman behind the desk.
"Good evening, Mr. Timberlake." she said cheerfully.
"Good evening, Diana." Justin responded with a nod of acknowledgment. He made his way down a back hall to avoid the cameras that were waiting out front. He gave Lonnie a small wave when he saw him by the back exit, exactly where he said he'd be, but was surprised to see he wasn't alone.
"Danyelle?" Justin asked surprised as she smiled sweetly in his direction.
"Hey, Jay." she greeted as she accepted his brief embrace, "Trace was gonna wait up for you, but you were taking too long."
"So you waited?" Justin asked as they made their way out to the car.
"Yeah, he looked really annoyed so I figured I'd step up and set him loose." Justin smiled and held the car door open for her, just the way his mama taught him to do. The drive to the club was brief but enjoyable. Danyelle hadn't questioned his recent behavior changes, and Justin was grateful.
He was also grateful that he left his hotel room. He had a good time. The food was good, the music was great, and he was surrounded by wonderful company. There were a few moments were he thought about him and Alonsha, but something would always pull him away from that negativity.
Everybody didn't get back to the hotel until two in the morning, and that was only because they were moving out to Philadelphia in the morning. Justin wasn't tired, so he invited everybody up to his room. Everyone but Danyelle and Trace declined. The three of them headed up the elevator and laughed at nothing for most of the way. They had some drinks, but the weren't particularly drunk, just tipsy.
Once they reached Justin's room, they played video games until Trace passed out on the couch. Justin and Danyelle continued to play Halo and drink Gatorade.
"This is getting boring," Justin complained as he killed Danyelle's player from the thousandth time.
"What? Winning not good enough for you?" Danyelle asked, grinning. Justin chuckled lightly.
"Winning's always fun," Justin said, "But I'd rather kick your ass in something else." He got up and walked briskly to his bedroom. He rummaged through his suitcase for his video games and came across his hand-held golf challenge game. The one Alonsha had brought him.
He had almost forgotten about what happened, but now everything was so clear. She hated him. Thought he was a cheating bastard. But how could he blame her? He was close to Danyelle. . . But that doesn't justify anything. Alonsha should trust him.
"Justin?" He snapped out of his trance when he turned and saw Danyelle walk over to his bed, taking a seat next to him.
"Sorry," he apologized, "I was looking for the game and I found this." He held up the game to show her.
"You wanna play that?" she asked, confused. Justin realized that she didn't understand the significance of the game.
"No, it's just that Alonsha got me this for Christmas." She nodded.
"You miss her, right?" Justin nodded.
"We kinda broke up," he explained, "I think" Danyelle shot him confused glance.
"You think?"
"No, we were arguing and she told me I could screw whoever I wanted and she wouldn't care." He shrugged, "Maybe she was just speaking from anger, you know?"
"She must've been pissed," Danyelle observed, "What were you arguing about?" Justin stiffened and awkwardly shrugged.
"Couple stuff. . ." Danyelle raised a brow and smiled.
"Couple stuff?" Justin smiled and realized how dumb that sounded.
"It's just. . . I don't know. There's a lot of trust issues with me being so far away. I guess she feels threatened." Danyelle protruded her bottom lip in thought.
"Threatened by what?"
"The other women I'm with all the time." Justin admitted.
"Me?" Danyelle asked, almost making his eyes pop out.
"No, not. . . you necessarily." His lying wasn't convincing and he could see it written all over her face.
"You don't have to lie to me, Justin." Danyelle sighed, "She doesn't like me, does she?" Justin sucked in a breath, prepared to lie, but he couldn't do it.
"No, not really." He offered her a sympathetic smile.
"It's cool," she said nonchalantly, "I get that shit all the time."
"So you're cool with it?" Justin asked.
"Yeah, but this isn't about me, Justin. Alonsha's trust issues are the problem."
"That's what I said," Justin said, relieved to have someone on his side.
"And you were right," Danyelle corroborated, "She has to trust you." Justin nodded and sigh.
"I should probably feel better, but I don't." he stated sadly, "I miss her." Danyelle scooted over and snaked her arms around his shoulders.
"Maybe you just need to get her off your mind," Justin sighed.
"I already tried that. The only reason I went out tonight was to get her out of my head." Justin looked down at his hands and pouted, ready to sink back into his hole. But he felt the warmth of Danyelle's hand on his cheek and turned his head to face her.
"Maybe you haven't explored all of your options," she whispered before pressing her lips against his. Justin's eyes instantly bulged in shock as he felt her tongue forcefully push pass his lips. He pulled back and fell over, only to have her straddle his waist and attack his neck.
"Danyelle, get off me. . ." Justin stated firmly as he sat up.
"Just let me do this," she pleaded as she put her lips against his. Justin placed his hands on her hips and shoved her. She tumbled off the edge of the bed and fell with a thump onto the floor.
"What the hell was that?" he asked angrily as he wiped his mouth with disgust. Danyelle stood, a stunned expression permanently glued to her face.
"I was trying to make you forget about her!" she yelled as she adjusted her clothes.
"By shoving your tongue down my throat?" Justin asked rhetorically. He watched as her face turned a bright red and she looked at him pitifully.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. . ."
"You know what, Danyelle?" Justin said, "Just get the hell out of here." She turned out of his room and quickly walked out of the hotel room. Justin sighed and fell over on his bed.
You never miss a good thing till it leaves ya
Finally I realized that I need ya
I want ya back
Baby girl I need ya back
Gotta have ya back, babe
Alonsha had been right. Danyelle was trying to get into his pants and he was too stupid to see it. He defended that girl. Lost his girlfriend because of her.
Heart broken when you left my world
Man I wish I woulda kept my girl
I love you
I don't know what I'm gon do without my baby
He yelled at Alonsha. Told her she was becoming so type of burden to him because of her insecurities. Granted, there were times where he wanted to tell her just shut up and see how gorgeous she was, but he loved it at the same time. He loved knowing that he brought a smile to her face when he called her beautiful.
If I could rewind the time
And get inside ya mind
I would take back all my words
He was so damn stupid. How could he be so blind to Danyelle's games? Now that he's all alone, everything is clicking in his head. The playful caresses. The way she would always dance a little bit closer than what was necessary. Her body language. Her words. So many things.
I didn't see it, I couldn't see what I was doin' babe
See baby girl I was blind
But what was he suppose to do now? Alonsha probably hates him for being suck an ass. Besides, he could only imagine how she was gonna react when he tells her she was right. That Danyelle practically raped him in his hotel room.
"Shit. . ." Justin grumbled as he sat up in bed. He had forgotten about her coming to Philly on Saturday. If she even bothered to show.
He was so screwed.
Song Credit(s):
"Throwback"- Usher
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