The sudden sound of loud voices carried over to their table. Distracted, the girls looked for the source. Everyone, except for Cianne, looked up at the approaching group of guys that were headed their way. Brenda instantly sat up straighter, heaved her chest out, and flipped her shoulder-length blonde hair back.
"Desperate dear?" Tranae teased, noticing Brenda's actions.
"You got some kind of hard on for me or something? Why are you riding me today?" Brenda asked angrily, totally missing the guy parade.
"Maybe I am sick of the way you pick on people," Tranae said, with disgust. "Maybe the bully needs a bully."
Cianne tuned the drama out again. This time she would act like she wasn't there and let Vanessa play referee as usual. While the bickering continued, Cianne's phone vibrated. Good, she thought, a distraction.
(Tristan) Hey. How r u?
(Cianne) n u. Luv the flowers
(Tristan) need 2 talk 2 u
(Cianne) Call me
(Tristan) Face to face