ThugWorkout wrote:
Wesley sly smirk slid back onto his lips, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess that would bruise your pretty skin, I'll ask it rain fiend you baby cakes." But as the subject of drake came up, he got more and more mad. After the way he had treated her, and then assaulted him, he was in no mood to be tampered with. "Why didn't you tell me before, Ellie? I could have handled it and got him to stop, he won't stop harassing you.." sighing, he took her hand firmly in his and brought it up to his lips. "Younger to tell me the reality of what he's been saying to you because I can't judge the situation without knowing." He glanced down at her phone, a little desperate to read the rest of the messages.
Adelita didn't have much of an appetite any more, her night had been ruined by, well, her own attitude and selfishness, throwing away her friendship because of some gang who seemed to think they owned her. Her he's done lifted heading the front door and it felt as if every nerve in her system froze and she turned her head, hoping he'd come and greet, that he wouldn't raise his voice. Her temper wasn't well controlled and though it wasn't his fault, she was sure to find a way to argue. Clearing her thrown, she began in dinner, a simple chicken and pasta dish that was her speciality, along with some home made garlic bread. Something she'd not done for a long time. But the tension that was building in the silence was unbearable.