"Come on Bran! We're going to be late!" Jon knocked on Branalie's door for what seemed like the thousandth time."Sorry." Branalie apologized. "And don't call me that!"
"Woah, you look great!"
"Thanks." Branalie was wearing a black knee-length skirt with blue beaded trim. She had on a blue halter midriff top, that showed off her well developedabs. Her shoulder length hair was pulled into a wispy bun, held with a pair of painted chopsticks, that framed her face perfectly.
"Um, Jon, I need to talk to you."
They were on their way to a local club, The Bay, for the party. "Sure, what's up?"
"I heard you and Ryan talking in the garage today..."
"Oh God, Branalie. I'm so sorry. I thought it would be better if I didn't say anything."
"I guess it's ok. You know that I'm not the best girl in the world," she said, staring out the car window, fighting back tears. "Would you not mention this to anyone else? I want to start out with a clean rep here, afterwhat happened, I don't know if I could take the embarrassment."
"No problem. If you need to talk, I'm here. I'm sorry about what happened."
