She stood, walked over to me, and crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head to the
left. I narrowed my eyes, waiting for her to say something. Fighting over a guy I wasn’t involved
with was laughable.
“Good, because after this party, he’s going to be mine.”
“Uhm… I think you should get your friend. I think she’s confused,” I responded.
“Brittney, take a seat if you want me to do your hair. I suggest you go back to your seat,”
Justine demanded, pointing to the couch in the lobby.
“Sorry, Justine. I need to make sure my man isn’t being taken advantage of with these
groupies,” Brittney said.
“Groupie!” I cackled in my seat.
“Brittney, take a seat, please. Arianna, hush and turn back around,” Justine said as she
pulled the cape from around me.
“Okay, you’re all set, Ar
