And Brittany… She didn't want me to drive her home from Isa's house because she...

And Brittany…
She didn't want me to drive her home from Isa's house because she didn't want to be seen with me. Fuck that shit. Carlos isn't the only one who deserves an earful from me.
I flip open my cell and cue Brittany's number.
"Hello?"
"It's Alex," I tell her, although she has caller ID and knows damn well it's me. "Meet me at the library. Now."
"I can't."
This is not the Brittany Ellis Show. It's the Alex Fuentes Show now. "Here's the deal, ," I say as I reach my house and straddle my motorcycle. "You either show up at the library in fifteen minutes or I'm bringin' five friends to your house and we're campin' out on your front lawn tonight."
"How dare you--" she starts to say, but I close the phone before she can finish her sentence. Revving the engine to block out thoughts of last night when she snuggled into my lap, I realize I don't have a game plan.
I wonder if the Alex Fuentes Show will end up being a comedy or, more likely, a tragedy. Either way, it'll be a reality show worth not missing.