Cat was coming out of the bathroom down the hall when Bree stepped out into the hallway. She was on the phone with someone, talking in a quick, hushed tone. It seemed odd to Bree, but she couldn’t make out what she was saying. When Cat saw her, the woman’s eyes bulged for a second, and she quickly hung up, shoving her phone in her pocket.
Deciding to ignore the odd occurrence, Bree asked, “Are you all right?” She did her best to make her voice sound concerned instead of angry. It was hard for her to feel sorry for the girl who constantly seemed to be stirring up trouble.
“I’m fine. I’m just tired of putting up with all of this bullshit,” she said folding her arms across her chest and shaking her head.
“What bullshit?” Bree asked, not sure what she was referring to.
“You don’t see it because no one acts the same when you’re around, but the guys in the band are all a bunch of douches.”
