Game On

Without an explanation to her actions, nor Tiffany's question, Itzel flings her legs off the bed. Her feets instantly searching for the location of her footwear as she flip the duvet behind her.

"Are you mad because I brought you here?" Tiffany asked, trying to figure out the reason behind her tantrum. Her eyes following Itzel's every move as she went around the room picking up her things.

But Itzel gave her no audience. Her face still contorted in fury. Making sure she had all her things, she marched to the corner where the phone had scattered. Deftly, she bent, picking them up.

"Why don't you leave that?" Tiffany snapped but Itzel was already up- heading towards the door. "I will take it to the repairs," she quickly added but her words ended with the slam of the door. As if on cue, her eyes briefly shuts. Opening it in a few seconds to the emptiness of Itzel's prescene.