"Okay, Lance, now it's your turn," JC said. "What's going on with your love life?"

"Well…" Lance hesitated. "Okay. A while ago, Justin and Eryn broke up. You knew that. And then, she was really upset, so she called me. She said I was the best person to talk to, because she couldn't talk to Justin, and you and Sasha were too hung up on each other."

JC laughed bitterly. "That lasted long."

"And she didn't know Chris and Joey well, so she didn't want to talk to them." Lance took a deep breath. "Anyway, we had some good late night conversations. I really, really enjoyed talking to her. Then, I started to like her, but I kept it to myself. Anyway, Justin would have killed me. Eventually, she started hinting… well, I thought she was. I thought she was telling me, just really subtle. She was saying things, about how great a friend I was and stuff like that."

"So what happened last night?" JC asked.

"That's what I was just about to tell you, " Lance said. "So she wrote Justin a note, saying to meet her at the house last night at 7."

"I knew about that," JC cut in. "That's why I had to kick you guys out of the house."

"Well, I thought that you were just saying it to me, I don't know what I was thinking." Lance sighed. "Anyway, I found the letter she wrote him, but it wasn't addressed to anyone. It just said to meet her, then Love Eryn or something. I was a little late, because I went to get flowers. So I got to the house, and she opens the door, with Justin's arm around her waist. So Justin said the flowers were from him, I said I found them. Then I left."

"That really sucks," JC said, sympathetically.

"There's more," Lance said.

"Okay," JC replied.

"So this morning, I wake up. The flowers are on the table, and the card, isn't in there," Lance said.

"What was on the card?" JC asked.

"Something like, I am glad that we are getting together, and love Lance. Something like that," Lance told him. He shook his head.

"Oh God," JC said.

"Well, I found the envelope on the floor after that," Lance said, "but since I was in a hurry from the florist, I didn't seal the envelope, so I have no idea if she read it."

"Well, Lance," JC said. "I think that you officially suck more than me."

"Why thank you," Lance laughed. "I think someone's at the door." They heard the door opened.

"Hello?" called Sasha.

JC groaned. "Say something," he whispered.

"In here, Sasha," Lance answered.

Sasha walked in. "Oh, hey, Lance, I wanted to ask you if you have seen…" her voice trailed off as she walked right into the room. "Oh, hey, JC."

"Hey," he said.

"Lance, can you excuse us?" Sasha said.

"Sure," Lance said. "Although I find it totally pointless because JC is going to tell me everything -"

"Bye," JC interrupted. Lance smiled and left.

"What do you want from me, Sasha?" JC asked her. "I mean, really."

"Really what?" Sasha said. "Did you forget about everything you did to me?"

"That has absolutely nothing to do with this," JC said.

"Oh really?" Sasha laughed. "You cheated on me, did you forget that?"

"We put that in the past!" JC exclaimed. "We were going to go out for dinner, and everything was going to be great."

"I'm sorry, JC," Sasha said. "But when I am with you, I get hurt. All the time. Why should I take it?"

"Well, you hurt me when I go looking for you and you are all snuggly with SHANE in the damn booth!" JC shouted. "Damn, Sasha! What the hell is your problem? I mean when did you get to be such a bitch!"

The words stung Sasha like cold ice. "Wh-what did you just call me?"

"A bitch!" JC yelled. "You are such a bitch. You know what? Forget you, okay?" JC picked up the phone and began to dial.

"Who are you calling?" Sasha asked.

JC glared at her. "Oh, hey Diane," JC said. "This is JC. Yeah, is Shane there? Thanks."

Sasha ran over to the phone. "Hang up, or I will for you." She threatened.

"Nope," he said. He pushed her hand away from the hang up button. "Hi, Shane? This is JC… yeah… she didn't mention me? Oh… yeah… I was her boyfriend last night… yep… have her. I don't want her. Thanks… bye." JC hung up. "There you go," he said turning to Sasha.

"I never knew you had a mean side like this," Sasha said, incredulously.

"Yeah, and I never knew you were such a snob. Get a life, Sasha," JC threw back his head and laughed. "And stay out of mine."

"You're serious," Sasha said.

"Yes, ma'am," JC said. "I can't take you anymore. I mean, you are always playing mind games. But I should expect that, considering the age difference."

"Well, four years isn't a lot, JC," Sasha said. "But whatever. Don't talk to me anymore."

"Yeah, see you," JC said.

Sasha glared at him and left the room. She turned the corner and bumped into Lance. "What, you were eavesdropping?" she exclaimed.

"Nope, I was just coming to see if you were done," Lance smiled sweetly and walked past her into the room with JC.

End Of Chapter Thirty Three