The Truth… II 51B

His hands went to his trouser pockets, patting them down for his phone. It wasn’t on him. “Let me see.” He took long strides to his friend and snatched his phone. There it was, clear an-

Viola opened her room door violently, they both looked at her. “They broke up.” Wide eyed and stunned.

“Ty just got the message.” Sawyer reported.

“I’m calling her.” She declared, disappearing into her room.

“Why? We thought this would happen.” Sawyer followed.

“Who’s we? I didn’t think that.” Tyson defended himself.

“I want to know when and how. I also need to know if she’s okay. This couldn’t have been easy for her.”

“Then she shouldn’t have done it.” Tyson stated behind Sawyer, both now in her room. Where her clothes for the day lay in wait on her bed.

Viola snapped around to glare at Tyson. “Are you serious?”

“We’re not going through this again.” Sawyer’s hand came up in response to their impending argument. “No one wanted them to break up.”