"Reflection, huh? I think I've heard of you" Michael said as the name began to ring a bell.
Laurel smiled. She was glad to have found someone to talk to at the party. She even felt comfortable enough to share who she was (career wise) with him.
Michael watched Laurel with intrigued eyes. Never had he taken the time to actually converse with a girl at a party before. Usually it was "hey" and then "bang". But something was different about her. "So..."
"Oops"
They both turned to see who had barged into their room.
"Oh hey Laurel, what's up?" Eli laughed with Nick before proceeding to the room across the hall.
Laurel gave Michael a confused look and then followed her friends. She found Eli spinning around while goofily chanting.
"Nick, she's drunk" Laurel said placing her hands on her hips.
Nick eyed her and wobbly walked closer "No she's not!" he said as seriously as he could "Cuz if she is, that means I am. And I'm not drunk" he said shaking his drink infront of her face.
Laurel grabbed the drink from his hand and observed the contents. Looked like Coke. She took a sip
"Nick!" she yelled, spitting it out "You're Coke was spiked"
Nick smiled "Well that's fine. Cuz I didn't have any" he said wisely
"What are you talking about?" Laurel said "You were drinking this Coke before"
Nick shook his head "I swear I didn't touch any"
"Nick- what the hell?? How much Coke did you get?" she said beginning to lose patience.
"I told you" Nick said pushing her with his finger "I didn't have any"
Then he turned to Eli who was still spinning "You can even ask her..."
"ANGEL!!' he hollered.
Felicity stopped and stammered over.
Nick put a heavy arm over her shoulder "Tell this nice girl that I didn't take any cocks"
"Not a cock, a coke you moron" Laurel yelled.
"Ah, yes, that I did" Nick said spinning around only to drop on the bed.
Laurel rolled her eyes and walked to the door
"I'm going to call a cab. Watch over them, would ya?" she asked Michael.
Michael agreed and leaned on the arch of the door, awaiting her return. He recognized the guy. Nick Carter... The Backstreet Boy. He always did think he was an idiot, and the way Nick was acting certainly wasn't doing much to contradict him.
"Nicky, come here" I said signaling for him to sit next to me.
He obeyed with out hesitance.
"Tell me something..." I purred "Has Brian cheated on me?"
This question had been on my mind for a while, and having had one too many drinks, nothing was restraining me from asking.
Nick thought "No" he said firmly
I sighed with a slight giggle.
"But he's cheating on his girlfriend with you!"
"What?"
Nick laughed "He never broke up with his girlfriend, so you're the other woman"
"That bastard!" I yelled, bolting up. I looked down at Nick's indifferent face, and felt like slapping him. But instead, another idea crossed my mind. After all, payback's a bitch...
Taking him off guard, I pushed him down to the bed. I climbed over him cat like, and straddled him. I saw his eyes widen with astonishment, but not offense.
My lips floated from his neck to his ear "We have to teach him a lesson, don't we"
Continuing my seduction attempt and sat up enough to pull my dress off- dismissing it to the floor.
"Oh fuck" Nick gasped, feeling himself getting aroused by the girl wearing only a red satin bra and matching panties.
Peering down wickedly into his blue sparkling eyes, his traitorous body giving way- he ran his hands up her arms and to her shoulders. Taking her face into his shaking hands, he pulled her down to kiss her lips and closed his eyes. This is what he had been dreaming of for so long, and it was just as he had invisioned: Soft, tender lips; tongue knowing exactly what to do- it was beautiful! Unfortunately, the embrace was short lived. They were interrupted by a flash.
Laurel had reappeared in the room with her camera. She thought that maybe, like with small animals, she could frighten them away with a bright light.
Felicity pulled her lips away from Nick, and turned around quickly. Too quickly, for the sudden movement made her stomach churn. Feeling nauseated, she ran to the bathroom.
Hearing her hurl in the bathroom next to her, Laurel walked over to Nick who was still laying on the bed.
"Nick, how could you do this?" she said angrily "She's your friend! Not to mention your best friends girlfriend"
"Fuck you" Nick snapped. "Why couldn't she just buzz off and let things happen." God, he thought, Laurel was just a "bitch!" he growled, sitting up.
Laurel took one surprised step back. But Nick didn't care about what he was saying. He was angry, and that was all that mattered "You're just a stupid bitch, so fuck off" he snarled.
Laurel's eyes weld with pain. Taking a deep breath, she was about to say something, but the hatred in Nick's eyes pierced her heart like a hot knife through butter. Her lips curled, and she turned her heals, and ran down the spiral stairway as fast her legs could take her.
Nick let himself drop to the bed, passing his long fingers through his blond hair. The room wouldn't stop spinning.
Micheal still stood there, not saying a word. He glared at the blond ass hole laying in the bed as his fingers turned to fists. How he wanted to knock his lights out! But soon, his thoughts were disarrayed by Eli returning- still only in her underwear.
Feeling a bit woozy, yet still wanting to venge myself, I returned to Nick. I moved comfortably on him, his eyes fixing mine. He forced a smile on his face "Eli..."
"Shhh" I hushed, placing a finger on his bottom lip "don't speak"
I moved down him, but somehow lost my balance and fell to his side. I laughed and was soon hit by a feeling of exhaust and fell asleep.
Nick- also feeling tired- let himself doze off at her side.
Knowing that they would be out till morning, Micheal left the room- shutting the door.
**At The Hotel**
Brian sat is his room, biting his nails as he always did when he was nervous. Although he knew it was over, it was so hard for him to say it. He watched as the brace handle turned...
"Shit!" he gasped.
"What?!" Becca giggled, stepping forth from the bathroom buck naked.
Brian clutched the bed sheets. He closed his eyes, trying to block the image of the beautiful nude girl standing before him. God, why was this happening?
Becca smiled and walked over to Brian roughly placing her lips on his and parted them with her tongue.
Brian refused to give in. He kept his mouth shut till he felt her hands take his- placing them on her tender breasts.
The feel of his soft hands on her made Becca gasp. She trailed her kisses to his ear and whispered passionately "Touch me"
Proving that men do indeed think with their pants, Brian went to his knees. He cupped her breast- foundling them. He heard her moan and became increasingly aroused. He gently kissed and licked his way up from her navel, through her breast and up to her neck. She groaned again, this time grabbing his ass and squeezing it firmly. Brian's eyes flew open, and he pushed her away.
"What?" she asked, panting.
Brian stormed off to the wash room, only to reappear second later. He threw her clothes at her.
"Get dressed" he said gently.
"But baby..."
"I'm not your baby!" Brian snapped, more upset with himself than with her. "It's over. Understand."
Becca was stubborn, and refused to get any way but hers. Her manure brown eyes twinkled and her dimples grew large "Oh sweety" she purred, slithering over to him "You don't mean that"
"Yes, I do!" Brian said, avoiding her sight "Now please leave."
He watched her as she slowly- painfully slowly- put back her clothes. She was doing it purposely, and he knew it.
"I'll give you time to think it over" Becca said, walking to the door.
Brian followed "I don't need time" he said, "Itis over. I don't have feelings for you any more!"
They were now in the hall when she suddenly turned to him and jumped him- wrapping her arms around his neck. Brian fell back to the wall, and she placed her lips on his, forcing him to kiss her. Her tongue explored every inch of his mouth before letting go with a small tug at his bottom lip.
She took a few steps, and looked at him "Then why did you kiss back?" and turned away, swaying her hips from side to side.
Brian watched her a few minutes, then angrily back in to his room, slamming the door behind himself. Holding his head, he repeatedly asked himself how he could let this happen. Forgetting about his promise to Eli to return to the party, he dropped to the bed. What was he going to do?
**At The Hospital**
A.J sat in a chair, still holding on to Amanda's icy cold hand while Alyssa leaned on the wall watching him. He looked so sad... so depressed.
"Lyss" A.J called out.
Alyssa was surprised to hear him speak after such a long silence "Yes?" she said sweetly.
"Could you please call one of the guys and tell them" he said, his rusky voice pained.
"Sure" she said warmly "Where's your phone?"
A.J reached to his pocket with his free hand and passed it to her "Auto dial 1. That's Kev's cell. He always has it on him"
Alyssa took it from his hand and was about to leave when she heard him call her back
"And Lyss, call the airport to book your flight"
"But A.J, I don't want to..."
"There's a show tomorrow. You can't miss it" he said.
"But A.J..."
"Alyssa, Please!"
His voice was firm, yet gentle. She took one last look at him, and walked out.
A.J swallowed hard, again pushing down the lump building in his throat. He felt so guilty for letting this happen to her. So many questions were unanswered. What if she'd never come out of her coma? He'd never learn the truth. His tears began to cloud his vision
"Oh baby" he said weakly "Please come back to me"
**At The Bash**
Kevin was enjoying a conversation with Naila when his phone rang
"Excuse me" he said politely, taking the cell out of his pocket
"Hello... Oh Hi Alyssa"
The table turned as they heard her name
"Where are you... What?! When? Oh god, is he Ok?..." Kevin ignored the worried looks from the people around him and continued his conversation "Can I talk to him... I see... Yes, we'll see you tomorrow. Send him our best, bye"
Naila watched him worriedly "What happened?"
"A.J and Alyssa are in Florida" he said.
"How come?" Howie asked, sensing that what ever the reason was, it wouldn't be good.
"Amanda had an overdose" Kevin said slowly "she's in a coma"
"Who's Amanda?" Naila and Kristy asked
"A.J's girlfriend" Howie answered as the thought of what his friend must be going through crossed his mind.
Naila gasped "Poor A.J" she said as Kevin put a supportive arm around her.
"Will Alyssa be back by tomorrow?" Dawn asked, her manager instincts kicking in.
"Yes" Kevin said getting up "I think we should get going. Chances are, A.J won't be with us tomorrow, so we need a good nights sleep to get the show organized"
Howie looked around "Um, where's everyone?"
The 5 were so preoccupied with themselves that they didn't even notice that the rest had left a long time ago.
"Don't tell me they left with out telling us?" Naila complained seeing neither Laurel, Nick, Eli nor Brian.
Dawn turned to Howie and forced a grin upon her face "I'd better get going myself."
"Bye" they all said, except for Howie, who instead smiled widely.
Dawn bit her lip and waved in a small circle "See you tomorrow".
It didn't take long for Dawn to return to her hotel. She unlocked the door quietly and tip toed in. About to remove her shoes, she felt a hand on her wrist and was soon propelled into the wooden wall. Before she could even realized what was happening, another hand came up and covered her mouth. She knew that hand...
"Where were you?"
Letting go of her mouth, she spoke out "Eric, let me go"
"Where were you?" he said more aggressively, yet warmly nuzzling himself in her neck.
"At the party" she retorted, pushing him away from her "Leave me alone"
She could smell the booze on him big time. She knew he had been drinking. That didn't come as a surprise, he was always...
Interrupting her thoughts, she felt a painful sting cross her cheek. Putting her hand to it, she gasped.
"You little whore" he said angrily "Don't you dare speak to me like that again" and to those words he struck her- again.This time, right in the jaw. Her eyes filled with tears as she fell to the ground in pain. She knew that fighting him off would only anger him further, so she let him beat her. Kicking and hitting while she uselessly attempted to shield herself.
This went on for a few minutes, and finally, with one final strong blow to her rib cage, he seized. "That should teach you" he said, before turning to the bed.
Dawn coughed, but the pain made her crouch back in agony. She tried to stand up, but she couldn't. "Damn" she cursed, wiping the blood away from her cut lip. Shaking terribly, she let herself fall asleep on the rough, carpeted floor.
