Breaking Point

Passion

"Okay, so where are we going?" Jennifer asked as she entered Justin's car. He grinned cheekily at her. "What?"

"You're wearing black." Jennifer looked down at her black skirt and purple and black zebra striped t-shirt in self-consciousness.

"Yeah, so?" she mumbled, and Justin laughed.

"I love it when you wear black." He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Chuckling once more, Justin started driving through the streets, turning and switching lanes as needed.

"Okay, so where are we going?" Jennifer asked after ten minutes of silence between them had passed. Justin smirked.

"Like I'm gonna tell you." He said, and Jennifer gave a huff. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you. I just wanna know where you're taking me." Jennifer said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Justin laughed and said, "Well you're just going to have to put that trust to the test, sweetheart." Jennifer narrowed her crystal blue eyes at him and he laughed again. "That's really not gonna make me tell you."

"You're a faggot." Jennifer said, and Justin almost lost control of the wheel on account of laughing so hard.

"Did you just call me a faggot??" he asked incredulously, and Jennifer laughed.

"Maybe, maybe not." She teased.

"I didn't know you even knew what a faggot was!" he exclaimed and Jennifer raised her eyebrows at him.

"Did you forget who my best friend is?" she asked, and Justin laughed again.

"You're right."

They were silent again, and Jennifer squirmed in her seat impatiently.

"Babe, stop, we're almost there." Justin said, amusement evident in his tone. Jennifer gave another huff.

"Almost where?" she whined, and Justin laughed.

"You're so cute." He said, and Jennifer rolled her eyes.

"I'm not acknowledging your existence until you tell me where we're going." Jennifer said matter-of-factly, and Justin chuckled as she plugged her headphones in her phone and stuck them in her ears, music blasting.

Jennifer decided to go on twitter, since she hadn't been on in ages.

@JennMendoza: pfft. I'm being taken hostage to some strange place #helpme

Suddenly, Jennifer's mentions light turned on, and she looked in shock as she saw how many people retweeted just that one tweet.

Quickly, she closed twitter, then opened it again, in case there was some mistake. Sure enough, the light was still on.

"Jen, we're here." Justin said, then realized she still had her earbuds in. he took one out and repeated, "Jen! We're here!"

Smiling, Jennifer turned off her music, closed twitter, and put her phone back in her purse. Justin shut the car off, and walked around to open her door. Jennifer stepped out timidly, and suddenly there were a few paparazzi there, taking pictures of them. Immediately, Jennifer took her hairout of its ponytail and hid her face in her hair.

"Justin, how is tour coming along?" one asked, and Justin guided Jennifer by the small of her back.

"It's goin' great." Justin replied shortly.

"What's the girl's name?" the paparazzo asked, signaling to Jennifer with a nod of his head.

"Hey, sweetie what's your name?" someone asked, but Jennifer stayed silent as the flashes continued to go off in her face.