Justin's POV
I left Melissa crying on the floor, tears falling on her dress.
I felt so guilty, but I knew it was the right to do.
Right?
My legs urged me to turn back around and say sorry. But I didn't, all she wants to do is ruin my flawless relationship with Britney.
Melissa is just overreacting.
"Justin you're on in 10 minutes." The stage director called out.
I nodded and looked for my phone. I realized I left it at the table.. By Melissa.
I groaned and walked back to the table. Melissa was still sitting on the floor, looking horrible.
Mascara ran down her cheeks, her hair in a mess and a small puddle of tears.
I grabbed my phone and watched her, staring back at me.
It was hostile, none of us made a move. Well one if us did.
"Justin, Britney is cheating on you with Wade!" She blurted out.
She looked sort of relieved, but I was fuming. How dare she insult my girlfriend! Britney would do nothing like that!
She got up and walked to me.
"Please say something." She whispered.
"Oh I will say something all right! You little bitch! You don't dare insult my girlfriend! Just because you have a low life doesn't mean you can push Britney around! If I ever see you around here again, you'll be sorry bitch." I spat out.
Melissa didn't even cry, she just walked away silently, leaving me fuming with madness.
I pounded on the table, breaking the stands off.
"What the hell Justin?" The stage director yelled.
"I don't want to talk about it" I sighed.
"Whatever you say man. You're on n 30 seconds! Get a move on!" He said.
I nodded and sighed, calming myself down. I need to forget about Melissa, she doesn't matter to me anymore.
I breathed out and waited by the curtain.
"Ladies and Gentleman, Justin Timberlake singing True Blood!" Timbaland announced.
I smiled put a half smile and walked out, taking the microphone.
"Good afternoon! How are you guys doing today?" I asked.
The crowd cheered loud.
"All right lets get this party started!"
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*7:47 pm, end of fundraising.*
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I finished dancing with Tim and grabbed the microphone.
"Ladies and Gentleman, we have one last request. Remember, all donations go to The Hope Foundation and Shriners Hospital for Children."
I walked to the box and grasped the small printed paper. Unrolling the paper, I announced the request.
"Dance to Mirrors with..."
Oh my gosh. Not her. Anyone but her. I swallowed and continued.
"Melissa McLaren."
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Melissa's POV
I stared at the woman in the mirror.
'This isn't me, this isn't me at all' I thought.
