Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(49)

“Yes, Clarice, I thought that was why we’d decided to meet up here,” Elise agreed.

“Well, regarding that candidate, he dumped me on the spot,” Clarice announced simply, like she was commenting about the fine weather today.

“What?” Whitney stood, an angry look on her face. They all knew when Whitney had that look on her face, it meant death.

“Whitney, calm down. Don’t be drastic. Let Clarice explain first,” Elise said, pulling on Whitney’s sleeve, all too aware now of the audience they were gaining. Elise didn’t like audiences. She avoided being the center of attention at all costs.

“Explain, then,” Whitney stated, sitting back down, readjusting the glasses she wore for her outside persona.

“He saw my age and dumped me,” Clarice told them.

“Why that no-good piece of crap. If I see him, I’ll kill him for sure.” Whitney seethed, standing again, while Max slammed his fist down on the table so sudden and forceful that it made the table shake, along with both Clarice and Elise too.

“No one dumps my cousin,” Max fumed and stood too. “Only she is allowed to dump them first.” Then he turned to Clarice and said, “Who is the bastard, Clarice? Tell me so I can give him a taste of my fist.”

Max was all hyped up, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his underdeveloped muscles to prove he could protect his cousin. “Even better yet, I’ll give him a full face reconstruction. What do you say, cuz?”

“Brilliant, Max, brilliant. I agree with you wholeheartedly. We should give him a leg reconstruction too,” Whitney added.

By this time, their commotion had alerted the other patrons in the café. Now all eyes were on them, which made Elise sink even lower into her chair.

“God, you two, will you both calm down? You’re like a bunch of clowns. Sit down right now. We’re not in a circus, you know.” Clarice stood also, to calm them down.

“I’m not a clown. I’m a school kid,” Max said, grumbling under his breath, sitting back down in his chair obediently like a good schoolboy would.

“I know, but the way both of you are acting, you’re more like clowns to me. Now sit,” Clarice said sternly.

“Yes, Whitney. Please sit down. You’re making a scene,” Elise said, tugging on Whitney’s sleeve.

“I can’t help it,” she said in irritation.

“Of course you can’t help it. You can never help it.” Elise started giggling all of a sudden.

“What’s so funny?” Whitney asked with a heated glare.

“You never change, Whitney. Not since intermediate school,” Elise said, still giggling.

Elise was thinking of the episode when Whitney punched a boy in the nose so hard he ended up bleeding and taken to hospital, all because that boy badmouthed Clarice about being half-blooded.

Whitney seemed to know what Elise was referring to, so she just smiled. “Gotta defend my BFF.”

“And I thank you both for that,” Clarice said, remembering that particular occasion also.

“What are you guys on about?” Max asked at the sudden change of subject.

“Just about friendships and protecting each other, Max,” Elise said, smiling.

“Anywho, back to the present topic, then?” Max suggested, uninterested in their mysterious conversation. Was he even born then? He didn’t care. What was more interesting was that bastard that dumped his cousin and the sperm she wanted so badly.

“Yes, the present topic,” Elise prompted Clarice.