"Listen Ry, she's not so nice..."
"And how would you know? You've known her for like 3 days. Does that make you some sort of personality expert?!?"
"Listen, I can't tell you how I know, I just do."
"Why? It's not like I'm going to put it on the web."
"Fine. I heard my parents talking. Branalie got sent here cuz she did some bad stuff or something back in Tennessee. They're just saying she's a foreign exchange student."
"What kind of trouble?"
"I don't know. If you want, you could ask Branalie."
There was an awkward pause between the two, then Ryan turned, grabbed his guitar, and stormed to his car, thinking about what Jon had just told him...
Meanwhile, Branalie walked down the stairs to the garage. She'd left her water bottle and towel sitting on one of the amps, and wanted to grab them before they left for the party. She stopped at the door, hearing the voices.
Listening to the conversation between Jon and Ryan, Branalie shivered. "How much do they know?" she wondered to herself. "I'll ask Jon about it later, I guess..." Walking up to her room, stunned, she saw Ryan's black Explorer pull out of the driveway, and stopped to watch it from the stair case window, feeling a twinge of guilt.
