Love You So: PART TWENTY TWO

"I've decided to go with... Tiffany" he said, starting to stroke my thigh again. I looked up at him as if to say 'what are you playing at?'
Mollie looked over at me, looking a little confused.
"I can explain" I said,
"No, I think you'll find I can. What is it they say? Something about a picture saying a thousand words?" she said, pulling her phone out of her pocket, and passing it over to Mollie. My heart dropped. I was going to lose Mollie forever, and probably Nate too because of one word: Tiffany. I could feel my heartbeat in my head, and my eyes started to beat too, until I started to sweat, the pressure getting too much. Nate squeezed my hand reassuringly, but it was too late for that. I couldn't take it anymore, so I was about to move over and sit down. I felt faint and physically sick with this delay, and the tension had reached a peak. As I started to move, I caught a glimpse of Isabelle's BlackBerry screen.
On the screen was one of the pictures of Isabelle and her friends in the large pink glasses.
"What exactly am I meant to be looking at?" Mollie asked, looking confused. I stopped in my tracks as Isabelle came storming over. She scrolled through her pictures, but her search for an incriminating photograph was fruitless.
I looked up at Nate, who was smiling down at me, and that was when I realised it was him. When Isabelle had pulled him over, he'd carefully grabbed her phone without her noticing, and deleted the photos. He squeezed my hand again, to prove that he knew I had caught on. I smiled back, and stroked the outside of his hand.
"Isabelle, what are you playing at? There isn't a problem with Nate wanting to go with his best friend if him and I just broke up?" Mollie asked, and Isabelle stood still for a moment, stumped for a response.
"Well, if I have no evidence, how can you explain the reason they are in Tiffany's house late at night?"
"I can explain that," said Nate "T's been finding it really hard with her aunt, and exam pressure, and with all the drama that's been surrounding us three at the moment, so she asked if I could come round and see her tonight to keep her company. You don't mind do you M?"
"Of course I don't, I'm glad you're here. I probably should have been before, but I'm here now, and I'm not leaving." she said, hugging me. "Now, if you're quite finished, Security are on their way up, so I'd get out while you can. There's the stairs just outside the door," she said, opening the door for Isabelle, "Now get out, and don't ever try to mess with us again. Do you hear me?"
Isabelle walked out, looking back at all three of us in disgust.
"Ciao" I said, as she hobbled down the stairs, obviously not used to walking in heels. I wanted to wish her luck, as not only were security taking the stairs, but there were 47 floors for her to make her way down. That'll teach her not to mess with the girls that live on the top: the top of buildings and of social ladders.