When Vienna returned, she met Benita still waiting at the same spot for her and rolled her eyes.
"Vienna," she called.
"Do you have something to say?" Vienna replied impatiently, and Benita tapped the seat next to her.
"I know you're very angry with me because of President Clinton," she began as Vienna sat down, her voice cracking with a lowered gaze.
"I really had no choice then, and you know I couldn't possibly go against someone like President Clinton. He wanted to break up with you and hurt you, but I was..." She said, breaking into tears, and Vienna scoffed, unimpressed by her tears.
"Of course, you couldn't go against him, and that's why you also made those posts about my family and me in all our school alumni groups." Vienna retorted sarcastically.
"It's not like that; he forc
