Jazz almost spilled the beans on us, but quickly covered them again by catching herself in time to taunt them. We have 15 minutes before game time and I'm impatiently waiting. "Jazz, can I talk to you?" I request, sliding backward into the cubby behind me.
"Um, sure," she agrees, handing Lance her sorted candy and coming over to me. She stands in front of me, making sure none of them can see our faces. "What's on that mind of yours?" she asks, her voice low.
"You almost got us busted."
"I realize it, but I concealed it again."
"They know you're doing something or someone."
"Yeah, do I look like I give 2 shits?"
"No, but I do. It's worse if C knows cuz…"
"He'd blab it to the world," she finishes for me.
"Yes, that's why I was nervous, other than being killed or castrated. We all know you're as far from a saint as they come, but they don't have a clue about me. I like it that way."
"I know, I know," she replies, her eyes closing to hide her irritation.
"Just keep it between us," I say, two fingers up and motioning between our bodies.
"Yes, just between us," she confirms, quickly kissing my lips before whipping around and strutting over to take her candy back as I pull myself out of the cubby space.
"What was that about?" her childhood best friend asks.
"Talking about Chris' birthday."
"It's only August, Jazz," he reminds her.
"So? You know I plan things in advance."
"True," he responds, dropping the subject.
"Justin!" JC yells.
"What?"
"What the fuck was that?"
"What was what?"
"You pissing her off," he falsely observes.
"First off, I didn't piss her of and second, it was about Chris' birthday," I calmly state.
"A month and a half early?" His eyebrows peak and his eyes fill with confusion.
"She has to tour."
"Well, yeah, ok. Just don't piss her off. I just got her to talk to me again a couple weeks ago after months of trying."
"Dude, I'm not going to get her so upset she won't talk to you."
"Good. It might be awhile before she tells me what's going on, but all I can do is wait."
"Don't nag her about what you want to know, she tells you more that way," I inform him.
"So sit back and let her come to me about that kind of thing?"
"Like Tyler," I explain simply. He nods and walks off, Chris watching. His brown orbs meet my blue ones.
'Bullshit', he silently states.
I shrug, aware Chris has her and I figured out, but he won't say anything to anyone else. JC is constantly attempting to pry this kind of information out of her, maybe now he'll stop.
After the charity game…
I see her leaning back on the wall near the Boys' locker room, his body pressed against hers and his hands on the sides of her body. He's whispering in her ear, his head beside hers and she's listening. I watch, leaning the side of my body against the wall with my arms crossed over my body and my legs crossed at the ankles. My brow furrows and I feel the anger begin building inside me, malicious thoughts concerning Nick mysteriously disappearing consuming my mind. She giggles and I wonder what he's saying as he leans forward to whisper in her ear again. I turn into our locker room, JC and Lance can immediately sense my mood.
"What's eating you?" JC jokes.
"Look down the hall at your sister," I snap at him.
"That's the reason I darted in here," Lance confesses.
JC peeks out and comes back in fuming, but trying his damnest to hide it. "Drop it," he demands, meaning it's gotten to him and he views it as a problem.
Soon after we start talking about something else, she comes in the room and the tension is felt by the five of us and our security. She is either ignoring it or oblivious to it. "Ready to go yet?"
JC glares at her, seething about this whole situation. "Just about, Lynni," he growls.
"Joshua!" she scolds.
"You know what I told you about him."
"Lawdy! You're so fucking dramatic! He's being good to me!"
"According to what he claims and you want to see," he states, turning to face her and stepping toward her.
"Just like your bitch girlfriend!" she shouts, stepping closer.
"We're not discussing my relationship, baby sister! This is about yours!" He takes a big stride in her direction, becoming angry. Nobody likes an angry JC or Jazz.
This is always something they argue about, something I don't want to hear about. I step between them, putting a hand up to each of them. "Enough, settle this later. JC, this is what pushes her away. Jazz, this is redundant," I voice my thoughts and they turn away from each other. She heads for Lance and he begins talking to Chris, both grab their bags.
We head for the door with our bags and I walk with Jazz and Lance. Lance and I have our arms around her, his is around her waist and mine rests on her shoulders. "What did Nick say?" I ask.
"Just setting plans and whatnot for when I see him for the VMA rehearsals."
"You have ours down pat?"
"Yes, Justin, I do."
"We should practice since rooms got switched and you're my roomie," I inform her, hugging her to my side.
"We won't sleep tonight," she comments, rolling her turquoise eyes with a little giggly laugh.
"Between the laughs and talking, I doubt we will."
"Keep me up and I'll be pissed," JC forewarns us.
"We won't be that loud, we'll just have to keep from falling off the bed or chairs when we laugh," she comments, flashing me a sly smile.
"Good."
JC walks off and I whisper in her ear. "Laughing, talking and fooling around."
She bumps me with her hip, slapping my chest playfully at the same time. "Justin," she quietly chastises me.
"What? It's the absolute truth."
"Still, you have a one track mind, dude."
"Like you don't?" I jokingly challenge.
"Not as much as you and I can hide it a hell of a lot better than you could dream of," she observes, pointing it out to me.
"You don't have a dick."
"I can be one."
"You're better at being bitchy."
"Teigh trasna ort fein."
"Nope, I'd rather include you." I've gotten used to hearing that phrase and twist it to my advantage.
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