"Oh please tell me your joking!" Marissa exclaimed her face getting red with frustration.
"I wish I could. But she just blew up at me in the lobby about how me and you don't understand that she just can't stop loving him," Julia replied.
"Come with me," Marissa said demandingly. She grabbed her car keys off the night stand.
"Wait a minute where are we going?" Julia said confused.
"We are going to get Natasha and then we are going to make a visit to the rest of the guys," Marissa said.
"Why are we going to make a visit to . . . Wait a minute?! You want to go see Brian don't you!" Julia said a smirk emerging on her face.
"Hey! Don't even . . ." Marissa trailed off.
"Don't even what?" Julia laughed.
"You know that nothing between me and Brian was ever serious," Marissa said confidently.
"You got that right. There literally was no breathing room between you two." Julia said under her breath.
"What did you say?"
"Ok Marissa don't freak out at me but . . . I walked in the dressing room that night when you two kissed. But I left before either of you saw me," Julia said.
--Howie & Natasha--
Howie placed his hand on her cheek wiping the tear away. "Natasha . . ." he said unsure of what to say.
Natasha took his hand off her cheek. "Explain," she said her voice almost quivering from confusion.
Howie knew what she meant when she told him to explain. "What I have to say could take awhile," he said looking down at the ground.
"Well I'm not going to go anywhere this time, unless you start making out with the next girl that walks by," Natasha said some of her anger starting to show.
"Natasha, you don't understand. Marie kissed me to get you angry at me. Nothing was happening between me and her. Marie was jealous that we were engaged and tried to break us apart."
"Well, I guess it worked," Natasha replied but before she could finish she looked up to see none other then Marie.
"Howie honey, where have you been? I was waiting upstairs for you. What are you doing down here?" Marie said barely directing her gaze to Natasha.
Natasha felt the tears well up in her eyes again except this time with anger. She ran as fast as she could away from them not saying goodbye. This time she wouldn't look back.
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