AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an Alternative Universe kind of story, while it has some Nsync members as main characters, it happens in a dimension where Nsync doesn't exist.
DEDICATION: To Aph, you're so cool :-) Hope you keep liking the story.
DISCLAIMER: As much as I've been working on that deal with the Devil, I still don't own or even know Nsync or any of the characters. It's just something my twisted mind made me write.
CRUEL INTENTIONS CHAPTER 6 by Rick - jc.chasez@gmx.net
Justin walked into his room and sat lazily on his bed. He was pleased he had pissed Rick off. He was also a little worried because he knew that Rick was someone you wouldn't want as your enemy. He had seen him mentally torture and abuse several people, and Justin himself had helped him destroy some lives. He wondered if this Josh guy was worth the risk. // Well, Rick has to pay for what he does someway or another. I'm just doing everyone a favor // He wished it would work out, otherwise he would have his ass turned to shreds. // Now I have to come up with a plan // He really knew nothing about Josh. He thought for a while who could be able to help him. Then he remembered Annette. She was sitting with Rick and Josh so maybe she could give him some pointers. She had the hots for him and he intended to use it to his advantage, as he usually did. Maybe he would have to fuck her but it was worth it. He called her right away.
"Allo?" "Hey, Annette! Justin here" "Oh, Justin mon amour, what can I do for you?" "Well, I was hoping you'd have lunch with me tomorrow" "Bien sur! I'll be glad to join you" she said with enthusiasm. "Ok, see you tomorrow then" "D'accord. A demain cheri" He found her completely annoying.
The next day they went out to have lunch. Justin wanted to take her in his new Porsche convertible, just so she found him more attractive. After the usual chit-chat, he asked Annette: "So, what's up with this new Josh guy?" "Oh, he's completely charmant" "Really? where's he from?" "Um, I think he said he's from Maryland" "What else did he say?" "He said he just moved here because his father is a writer or something. I think they're new riches" she said with a slight frown, not realizing that Justin and his family were also considered new riches by some people. People like Rick. "What kind of writer?" "Je ne sais pas mon coeur" "Anything else?" "I think his father is going to be a teacher at the school too" "Oh, do you know anyone from Maryland?" "No, I don't even know where Maryland is" Justin rolled his eyes. "But, you know? We could ask Lance, my hairdresser. Do you remember him?" "I do. Why him?" he asked. He didn't like Lance much, he had been to his salon but this guy seemed way too interested in doing more than his hair. And not his type at all. "Well, he knows le tout NYC and all the best gossip... but what's your interest in all this?" "Huh? Nevermind dear... has anyone told you that you have great legs?" "Justin, I can't wait to spread them for you" // Gross // "Baby, me neither... let's go somewhere private" And they left in Justin's black Porsche.
TBC...
Next time: Rick at his blackmailing best! Write me! I'm pointing the gun at Justin...