Chelsea comes out of the bathroom walks toward your table and stops upon seeing the three girls. Where are you she thinks as she approaches your safety being the first thing on her mind. She was too shy to say it but the reason she had ran off when Sadie. Had said in her Georgia southern draw.
“ Are you two a couple?”
It hit Chelsea unexpectedly and in embarrassment, she had ran off to the bathroom. Now wondering if it was a mistake as she approached the loud table. The three girls she could see were in mid-conversation. The one the Hispanic girl was talking about going to the mall. The one blonde Chelsea Pegged as the leader sat half-listening.
Now Chelsea was at the table about to speak wondering if she would have to slap a bitch.
“ hey excuse me this was my table and” she starts her eyes scanning the table for you.
“ also where’s my friend?” Chelsea says not seeing you. Leslie the blonde of course Chelsea doesn’t know this turns and glares at her.
With a look of who’s this bug in my presence, she says.
“ I don’t know what you’re talking about there was no one here be gone thot”. It must’ve been the look on Chelsea‘s face because the other girl the Hispanic girl speaks up.
“ sorry about your friend but there was nobody there when we sat down”.
“ Helena seriously we don’t owe this bitch an apology!” Leslie says glaring at Chelsea.
“ all right fuck off!” Chelsea yells grabbing the bitch‘s blonde hair.
“ ow hey stop it!” Leslie yells and Chelsea has just enough time to see Helena stand. What’s about to go down?
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