Brent and Roman frowned upon stopping in front of a door, it was obviously not a washroom, neither was it where someone could ease themselves.
“What could she be doing here?” Brent didn’t have any more time to waste and quickly pushed the door open.
Tiffany, who had her back facing the door, quickly whipped her head backward to see Brent and Roman, confusion etched on their face, as their gaze fell on Brenda, who was on the bed, wrapped inside the quilt.
“What’s going on here??” Brent was quick to break the silence.
“Thank goodness you’re here.” Tiffany sighed and walked towards the bed, and quickly grabbed the phone on the bed, the same one that rang when she called.
“Give me that!” Brenda barked.
“Come get it.” Tiffany hissed and moved to where Roman and Brent were standing. She tapped on twy screen and luckily it wasn’t on the passcode, so she easily went to the message center and it revealed the messages Brenda had used the phone to send. She unlocked Brent’s phone and brought out the message on the message center and showed the phone to their faces.
“Did you understand this??”
The duo’s frown got deeper as they quickly understood what Tiffany was trying to explain to them.
“You both aren’t going to believe her, are you?? She’s trying to frame me up!” Brenda sharply cut in, trying to defend herself.
Tiffany chuckled lightly and brought the phone down, “Do you understand the fact that she-” Tiffany turned to glare at Brenda, “Was trying to lure Brent into this room and do God knows what she had in mind, she was stark naked when I walked into the room, everywhere reeks of aphrodisiac perfume.”
“What exactly did you have in mind?” Tiffany added, her resentful gaze fixed at Brenda.
Brent and Roman now had their questioning gaze on her, obviously waiting for a reply, which they weren’t going to get.
Brenda frowned and lowered her head, “We’ve known each other for a long time now, why can’t you believe me this time??”
“Oh come on, don’t be such a liar!” Roman quickly cut her off, his voice laced with disappointment.
Brenda’s gaze darted to Brent, who hadn’t said a word, but his expression said it all. Disappointment, disgust, anger. “Tiffany, come on, let’s get going.” He clenched his jaw, and grabbed Tiffany’s arms.
“Brent, hold on! Please, I can explain.” Brenda was about to get up, realizing she was naked and wrapped only in a quilt, she sat back only stretching her hands forward. Brent threw her a last glance of disdain, alongside Tiffany and then stormed off.
“Brent!”
“Tch, I warned you, but no, you’re always right, now this? Look what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you think Brent will consider you as his friend after this?”
Brenda whose head was now lowered didn’t say anything, as tears slipped down her face. “I only loved him, I only wanted him to belong to me.” She sobbed.
“And where did that get you, huh? I’m not ready for this conversation, and will never be. You still have a party out there.” Roman sighed and with that he also stormed off the room.
Brenda was now alone, fat fresh tears trailing down her face, she slammed her fist against the bed, as if venting her frustration on it.
Outside the party ground, everyone was busy in their dance, some making out and straddling themselves. They paused, upon seeing Brent and Tiffany storming off in his bike. What could’ve happened? They thought, their gaze fixed on them.
This went unnoticed by Andrea, who sat in the midst of three tattooed and dyed hair of blue, red and ash. They seemed to be playing a game, which Andrea was failing and kept drinking up the shots of wine on the table, while the boys laughed, cheering her up.
After several shots, she was now dizzy, her vision blurry and spinning as she shook her head, trying to see clearly but it was impossible. She staggered, as she tried getting up, kicking her foot against one of the chairs and she winced in pain.
“Oh my, you’re drunk, let us help you out.” Three of them offered, as they got up from their seats. They were about to carry her off, when Roman’s voice stopped them. “Where are you talking to?”
They exchanged a knowing glance at Roman, “Don’t you see she’s drunk, we’re taking her somewhere safe.”
Roman chucked. “I see, let’s go ahead then, I also want to get her somewhere safe.”
They men frowned, “What? No need, we know where to take her.”
Roman smiley face seemed to change in an instant, replaced with a serious and mean demeanor. “Give her to me.”
“Why? We found her first.” They chorused.
Roman pinched his nose, taking a closer step towards them and they moved back. “What are you trying to do?” The red haired one asked, as if he was ready to fight Roman.
“Watch and see what I’m about to do.” With that he sent a punch to the ash haired one, who didn’t see it coming. “You’re life is trash, you go around spiking drinks just to get your duck busy. Tsk, such a waste of dick, you are!” Rome cursed, as he punched the red haired one that came at him. The blue haired, was trying to run away, but was kicked on the foot and he fell, along with Andrea that he was carrying. She winced, not moving again.
“Spikers!!! Everyone here!!” Roman yelled, trying to get everyone’s attention.
The men knew if they were to be surrounded by such a large number of people, they would really end up in jail. They couldn’t risk their life for this one girl, no way, for that reason, they ran away, leaving Andrea on the floor.
“Tsk, you won’t act fierce where it’s needed.” He sighed and carried her into his arms, and left the place.
Andrea’s friends who watched everything, blushed as they let Roman carry her home himself.
“He doesn’t know her house, that means, she’ll stay at his. Good! Just good!!” Ruby couldn’t contain her happiness.
They couldn’t show up In front of Roman, he sure was going to return her to them, which they didn’t want.