“I was also told that she was being such a bitch the whole time.”

“Seems like Alice gave you a play-by-play by the looks of it.” Shane rolled her eyes. “But yeah, she did give the other group a tough time. Complaining about how they handled her convertible and how they should apply every single thing that needed to be rubbed on.”

“The other group? Or just Carmen? If I were you, I would have done something Carmen would appreciate.” Putting his right foot on the coffee table, Mark crossed his arms while his eyes were fixed on Shane.

“What was I supposed to do? We had two cars to take care of on the other side. I can’t just walk out on my group…” Shane defended herself although she knew she was fighting a losing battle with Mark.

“A minute or two is very negligible. You could have approached the skinny bitch and…”

“And what…?! Go off on her?!”

“Whoa there. Not exactly what I had in mind. It was more like asking her to back the hell off a bit in a non-scandalous way.” Mark said. “If Carmen’s your girlfriend, you should be there for her most of the time…”

Placing her hands on the sides of her head, Shane groaned. “You know what, Mark? I’m tired. I really am. I’m dead beat. Okay? I’d be grateful if you could drop the girlfriend talk ‘cause I’ve been hearing the same shit over and over again. From you, Alice, Jenny, every fucking one of you. I don’t understand why you guys are making such a big deal about my friendship with Carmen.” She had a glazed look in her eyes.

Mark looked away and bit down on his teeth. He breathed out a sigh. “That’s… That’s one thing I don’t get. What are you so afraid of? Why in hell wouldn’t you commit yourself to another person, huh? If you ask me, I’d say… I’d say Cherie altered into this heartless little bitch ‘cause of you…”

“Don’t even go there, Mark. You don’t know jack about anything.” Shane could feel her blood heat up from inside of her. A thousand needles were piercing their way through her overworked brain but she recognized she was boiling inside from anger.