Natasha slowly made her way past their table. 'No, you can't do anything wrong. Justin will surely know.' As she passed by, she cast a look upon Nick, making her presence more known.

"Wow, she is pretty," whispered Aaron.

Nick couldn't help but ignore everything else around him, except for the sound of something hitting the floor. "Her book," he breathed. "Wait!" he called.

She turned, her hair shining in the sunlight that shone through the glass doors. "Yes?"

Nick was once again trapped by her beauty. "You forgot this. Don't want you losing it," he smiled.

"That was very kind of you. Thank you very much." She knew that she had to go, not wanting to. "I really must be going." With that, she headed out the door.

Nick finally came back to reality. "Damn!" He poked his head out the door. "Wait! What's your name?"

She turned once more, making him lose all train of thought. "Natasha," she smiled, quickly making her way to the car. As soon as she was inside she breathed a huge sigh of relief. 'Good one, Nat, Justin would kill you if he knew you were seriously flirting with the Nick Carter!'

Nick watched her for a second more, finally breaking his gaze. He returned to a giggling Aaron. "What's so funny?"

"You've got it bad," he sang.

"I do not," he grinned, tossing a fry in Aaron's direction. "C'mon, let's get home."

"So you can call Bri and tell him about that girl?" he teased.

"No!" he said defensively. "Let's just go."

~Later that evening~
"Bri, man, I'm tellin' you! This girl was amazing!"

"Yea, so is every other girl you meet," he laughed.

"No, this girl was just..."

"Different?"

"Exactly!"

"Yep, so is every other girl!"

"Bri, just listen! It's like; when I looked at her I couldn't look away. Hell, I couldn't even think about anything else."

"Well, you'd better snap out of it quick since we have that Trans Con show case tomorrow night."

"Oh man, do I have to?"

"I know you don't like parties. It'll be fun though. LFO is supposed to perform along with Take 5. All of those guys are pretty cool."

"Yea, yea, yea. Pick me up at six, man. That way when you tire out early, I can use that as an excuse for leaving!"

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"My sweet Natasha," whispered Justin. He stared at her as she lay next to him. "I don't please you anymore it seems." She turned her head, trying to hide her unhappiness. "You know you may never leave me, so I guess you're just gonna have to try harder!" He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Yes sir," she choked out.

"Now, tomorrow night, you will be presentable, acting as though you are more than happy to be with me. You will always be mine." He kissed her roughly on the mouth then turned his back to her.

She lay there, trying to drift off to sleep, trying to dream...the only place where she was free.