Jason led Brice behind the staircase. It wasn't a quiet room, but it was far enough from the music that he wouldn't have to yell.
"So, what were you telling me out there?"
"I saw Miranda; she got here not too long ago. She's...not happy."
Brice squinted his eyes at his friend. "You called me over here from my girl for that?"
Jason hiked an eyebrow. "Your girl?"
Brice ignored the questioning statement. "Miranda knows I came with someone else; I told her. She's a diva and I expect nothing less from her than to pout and be bratty about it."
Jason only chuckled. "Well, then I'm sure you know what to expect when she finds you."
"I can handle her. I didn't need you to come give me some 'warning' just for this."
"Well, Donny was talking to her and he suggested it. You know how close they are."
"Yeah... I know." Brice sneered. "I'm gonna go now." He headed off only to feel a tug on his shirt. "Wha--" He stopped short, having thought it was Jason, but it was
Miranda.
"Brice!" She exclaimed happily and jumped into his arms for a hug. He was definitely taken aback by how pleasant she sounded.
"...Mir...anda... Hey..." He stammered unsure and hesitantly wrapped his hands around her to return the hug.
She then pulled away and tugged down her dress. "So, where's this lucky girl you mentioned? I probably know her. You said she's from our school, right?"
Brice nodded slowly.
"Well, come come. Let me see 'er. Let me see who you broke all these years of tradition for..." She grabbed his hand and pulled him with her back toward the main part of the house and loud music.
He was used to Miranda when she wasn't happy, but not exactly like this. This sarcastic, feigned happiness was new.