Bren clicked over to the other message string, to see Bree's lecture. Just as Trista said, it was long and angry.
Bree: You're seriously going to go out with this guy?
Trista: Why not? He's hot!
Bree: If that's even him! He could have just got that picture online!
Bree: What do you really know about him?
Bree: Do you know anyone who knows him?
Bree: Do you know where he works?
Bree: Do you even know where he lives?
Trista: Somewhere in the country, about a half hour away from us.
In an abandoned house with no electricity, Bren added silently.
Trista: Come on. I've been talking to him for two weeks. I like him!
Bree: You think you lick him.
Bree: Like* him.
Trista: Ha ha! I'd like to lick him.
Bree: Omg. Would you stop?
Trista: He's perfect for me. Seriously, we have so much in common.
Bree: Or he pretends you do. For Christ sake you post everything online. All he'd have to do is scroll through two days worth of posts and he'd know everything you liked