We drove the boys home and headed to my house for the sleepover. On the way, Rachel got two calls, Braylee swooned over her pictures, and I focused on driving.
"Hey, Mya," Rachel said with a surprised look. I raised my eyebrows. Mya rarely hung out with us anymore. I tried to listen, but the sound was muffled and static-like. She quickly pressed the off button and turned to us, her face pale. Braylee showed a look of compassion, a rare one of now.
"Guys, Trina was taken to the hospital," Rachel gasped. "She may have broken her back." I swerved on the road. Braylee squealed. Trina was one of Mya's friends, we met her two years ago.
"Should we tell Jaesa, since those two are like inseparable?" Rachel mused. Braylee and I shook our heads in unison. We did not need to have her on our hands right now. I slowly turned into our driveway. I watched for my two Freisian geldings, Echo and Blackjack's Thunder, aka., Blackjack. They were grazing peacefully in our side pasture.
I quickly put Mom's car in the garage and we piled out. I quickly texted Tate to tell him we got home safe. Dylan was at the counter, watching his favorite YouTubers. Mom smiled.
"Hey, girls. How was dinner?" I grimaced.
"Let's say I don't trust Trey," I admitted. Mom rolled her eyes.
"Kylie, you've known him for years," she muttered. I bit back a tart retort. We tramped into my room, a meeting place that has earned it's place long ago. I took my bed, Braylee and Rachel the floor, and we waited on Cheyenne.
I fingered my soft carpet, and we all sat in silence. The sky faded into a velvety purple blanket. I heard a door shut, keys jangle as they hit the door, and then the clopping of Cheyenne's wedges. Braylee jumped up and opened my door.
"Hey, y'all," Cheyenne drawled. Ever since we had all gone on the road trip to Alabama, she had decided to use her accent. Summer was in, and she was visiting for a week. They had moved to Maryland in seventh. Rachel nodded her head to Cheyenne and continued to stare out the window. Cheyenne sensed that dinner had not gone well.
"Hi, Cheyenne," I wearily said. Cheyenne tensed as she set down her green duffle bag. Braylee gave me a stink eye and faced Cheyenne.
"Rachel decided to interrogate Trey at dinner," Braylee growled. Cheyenne rolled her eyes and snorted. Buzz, buzz! My phone showed a message from Tate.
Hey, just wanted to say Cooper says night.
Are you sure just him??
Me too 😊
Night.
I plugged in my phone and hopped onto the window seat. Cheyenne combed her hair, which had black streaks, and set down three bags. One was her make-up purse, one her regular purse, and a suitcase covered in elephant stickers. I saw her make-up was a gorgeous blue and yellow, with light pink lipstick. I frowned as my phone went off. I picked it up and saw Trey was calling me!
"Hello?" I asked suspiciously. Muffled footsteps crackled on the phone.
"Why, this must be Midget," Trey whispered. I motioned for Rachel to call Tate so he could listen.
"Hey Trey," I muttered. I heard Tate listen closely. Casually, I put the conversation on speaker phone.
"Why, you don't sound so happy, petite." Tate yelled loud enough to scare Braylee.
"You flipping call Kylie that one more time I will strangle YOU!!" Tate screeched. Trey laughed nervously. I quickly pressed the end button and turned to Braylee. She looked stricken. I swapped words with Tate and we also ended our conversation.
"Braylee, do you now see what he is like?" I inquired.
"Trey!" She spluttered. "He... He wouldn't do that!" I gaped at her. Rachel gasped. Cheyenne say up and grabbed Braylee's shoulder.
"Dude, he just called Kylie a midget and petite," Cheyenne said firmly. Braylee shrugged. We all got ready and went to bed, each lost in our own thoughts.
