"What are you talking about?!" She demanded in a shouted whisper. Never had she asked Sloane to choose, nor had she expected it. All Alice requested was the respect to not force what wasn't functional. "Got what I wanted? Are you mad?" She pushed, turning in her seat to face him with bitter anger etched across her face.

She could have screamed. If he hadn't noticed, Alice had all but extracted herself from their friends because of him. So, the blame wasn't solely on her shoulders. "If she's done with you you've no one to blame but your stupid self." She hissed.