come on and move with me baby!"
The last note of the song hung in the air. Being in this video was beginning to take its tole on my limbs. I just wanted to collapse on my bed and sleep until it was time to go back home. Then I could relax and enjoy the rest of the Christmas season at home with my family. No psycho killer, no Nick, nobody.
I looked over at Nigel, hoping, praying that he wasn't going to say something like "lip sync with more conviction," or "put your heart into the last part of the dance routine.."
"It's a wrap!" he said.
There were several sighs of relief that reminded me I certainly wasn't alone.
Grabbing a nearby towel I patted my forehead. I took a look at Nick who looked like he had taken a shower with his clothes on.
"Here, I think you need this more than I do," I tossed him the towel.
"So what time are you thinking for tonight?"
"Oh, maybe like eightish? How's that sound?"
"Great! I'll pick you up at your room! Are you and Candy all set for a ride?" Nick asked.
"Don't worry. I'm sure Kevin will bring us. If all else fails we can take a cab," I assured him.
I was determined to find Justin to get to the bottom of things.
After about fifteen minutes of fruitless searching, I did manage to snag Brian.
"Is Nick going home with you?" I asked
"Naw, he went with Kevin and Candy."
"Good. I'm going to need your car."
"Hold on one cotton pickin' minute there!" he said in a phony southern accent. "Care to explain?"
"I want to find out where Justin lives."
"And then what?"
I just stared at him.
He looked at me expectantly.
"Well I don't know! Play it by ear I gue--Brian! There he is!" I grabbed him and pulled him with me behind a nearby dumpster.
"Selena!" He said loudly "What in Sam's Hell are you doing?"
"Quiet! He'll hear you!"
"You're wacked girl!"
I turned red. He was absolutly right. There was no reason why Justin shouldn't Brian and I.
We watched as Justin hopped in a black porshe.
"Come on Brian...we need to follow that Porshe. I grabbed him and dragged him towards his Jeep Wrangler.
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"Well if you won't then I will!" I said with conviction.
"No, but I swear if I get caught..."
"What?" I challenged.
"OK..let's just leave it at this. I'm not HAPPY about having to do this."
Brian followed Justin, but kept a safe distance behind him. He followed him into the men's locker roon. Once he found out where Justin was going to pile his stuff, he ducked into a bathroom stall and waited for Justin to leave the locker room. When it was safe Brian darted over to the locker. And opened it up. He found a duffel bag with a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a men's health magazine. "Who reads these things?" Brian thought. He sighed. There was absolutly nothing in the bag that lead them to believe that Justin was guilty of anything but a casual visit to the gym. Just them Brian heard three loud knocks on the locker room door. Shit! That was Selena'a sign. Justin must have forgotten his magazine. In his haste to put everything back Brian dropped the magazine. It landed face up. Brian's heart skipped a beat when his mind registered what he saw. It was an article on making your face younger looking. The headline read: "Improving your own Personal_____Value." The word face had been cut out. Shoving the magazine in his pocket Brian ducked into a shower stall.
