Gotta go. Krystle’s coming. Alex glanced back over his shoulder to see what Jessica was looking at. Apparently Krystle wasn’t the easily blown off type.

From the look on her face and the way she was stomping down the mall, she was mad and looking to kick some ass. Specifically Jessica’s. Hell hath no fury… Gotta do something fast, Alex thought, before we get an ‘Alexis vs Krystle catfight in the fountain’ re-enactment.

“This way quick!” He grabbed Amanda and Jessica by the wrists, leading them back behind the fountain, Becky trailing after like a lost puppy. “Good, I don’t think she saw us. A booth at Casa Grande, it’s probably about the only semi-private place here.”

“Excellent,” Jessica said, taking the lead, “this way!”

This was more than Becky could take. “No! I’m never going back to that horrible place again. You can’t make me!” The waterworks in full effect now.

“Now Becks,” Amanda said, trying to calm the hysterics. Jessica rolled her eyes, “Oh brother!”

“This happens a lot?” Alex asked.