CHERYL POV
"Gwen?" I heard a beep and the call disconnected, my jaw dropped as I stared at my phone. "Ugh! Am going to kill her with my bare hands!!!"
I stomped out but stopped in my tracks because a woman was staring at me through the mirror, her mascara wand suspended in the air and her face panic-stricken.
Oops! Guess I was too loud with my threatenings. I smiled sheepishly at her to assure her that am not the psycho who was screaming over the phone a moment ago.
"Hi," I waved with a sheepish smile still on my face.
She just shrinks back into herself without a word, her eyes widening.
I rolled my eyes and went out. For one, I am going to make the best of the night, eat, get to know Brandon, and eat more. But after that, I. Am. Killing. Gwen.
Approaching the table,
