Broken-Hearted Girl

Joanna's POV

“YEAH, HOPE,” I RESPONDED. “Like there’s more to the story. Not to be on his side, but I feel it shouldn’t just end this way. Call me

naive or desperate but I feel like something doesn’t just add up.”

“I don’t fully understand what your trying to say. Though I sort of see your point because the Frank I know wouldn’t just act like that,” Tenda

mumbled as she looked deep in thought.

I shrugged at this and asked, “How are the guys? I heard you all dealt with Frank?”

“Mehn.” She laughed, “It was like a war zone.”

“Also, the fact that you went all Lady Gaga on him.” I grinned. “Hey, he hurt my best friend,” she said, with a puff of her chest. “I have the right to go even Mark Tyson on him.”

“Awww.” I smiled, “I love you, girl.”

“I love you, too.” She hugged me. “By the way, the guys said to tell you they were coming.”

“Why are you just telling me this?” I queried and facepalmed at her forgetfulness.