“Ok…I’ll help you with Bette” I had made up my mind

She pulls me into hug…And just as that happened the door swung open and we both sprung apart seeing a very pissed off Holly Simpson……….Oh shit

Bette

I don’t even know what possessed me to show up here….I just felt this overwhelming need to be here for Tina after she texted me today.  And I’ve been thinking about that spark I felt when we shook hands.  I wonder if she felt it..I mean it was probably nothing  but I just found myself hopping on my Harley and coming here.. I was met with a lot of stares.  But no one has said a word to me though thankfully as I stand outside near the pool.  I look at my phone and reread Tina’s text

From Unknown:

Hey.  This is Tina.  Thank you for your help today.  Please come to Lance’s party.  I really hope to see you there :)

I haven’t even put her number in my contacts yet.  I contemplate again on adding her name but lock my phone back instead and slip it back inside my jacket pocket “I shouldn’t be here” I mumble and begin to walk back inside the house when I hear yelling

“She is where!….With who?!”

Oh hell that’s Holly talking with Lance and I know she is talking about Alyssa.  I watch as Holly storms off with Robin following behind her………Shit…Tina

I walk quickly up to Lance placing my hand on his shoulder…..

Lance and I have always been on good terms as we bonded over being biracial.  His  father is African American and his mother is Caucasian.  Just like mine.  His father David Butler is a good man and had always looked out for me and my mother. My mother worked for his law practice when he first started it but left when she met my father Melvin Porter.  She said he left us when when I was a year old and I never cared to seek him out…She returned here with me when I was 4 and started working for Alyssa’s father.  That’s how she and I became friends. But David Butler helped get her that job and I was grateful to him.  Everything was good for us until she met my stepfather.