Beth: FightingMature

"It isn't up to you who your friends sleep with Tilda!" I protested.

"Maybe not but now Alfie is hurt. Am I supposed to be ok with that?" Tilda was really angry.

I ran my hand through my cropped hair, "Look, you don't know the full story. There could be a reasonable explanation and misunderstanding."

Tilda span and stared at me, "That's always how you think isn't it, Beth? You see the good in everyone don't you?"

"You make it sound like a bad thing," I said, starting to feel hurt at the tone of her voice.

"Well, you know what? I think it is. The time we nearly got robbed was because of you thinking everyone is angelic!"

"Oh you're always bringing that up, huh? Need I remind you, nothing happened?"

"And that makes your actions better? Any other guy who was less drunk and the situation would have been very different."

"Oh ok, so I am a terrible person for seeing good in people! Fine," I shouted, fuming.

"You're protecting actions that should not be protected. You're supposed to support me," She said more softly.

"So I have to agree with you no matter what?"

"Oh now you're being an idiot!"

"Because I want to hear the other side of the story?"

"There is no other side. Magda did wrong, Beth, and I can't believe you're siding with her!"

"I'm not! I just want to know all the facts."

"Then spend tonight finding them," Tilda said, opening the front door.

I looked at her before storming past her. I would come back in the morning once everything had cooled off. But until then, I cried in the hallway. It was a while before I got up. I decided to go to Magda's. I could hear the other side of the story and hve somewhere to sleep. I cried nearly all the way there

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