Lydia chimed in, still grinning, "Yeah, and the fact that you dreamt about Stiles and Scott touching your 'rear end' definitely falls into that category." Lydia snickered as she put air quotes around rear end.
               Brietta flushed and tried to defend herself, "No, no, you don't understand. It wasn't like that at all! It was just...a weird dream, you know?" An incredibly weird dream that I may or may not want to happen in real life, she thought, but decided against saying.
               Allison chuckled and Brietta pouted, her bottom lip jutting out slightly, "Alright, we won't tease you anymore. Dreams can be strange and unpredictable. But if it makes you uncomfortable, maybe try not to think about it too much."
               Lydia chuckled under her breath, trying to contain her laughter, "And if you ever have any more interesting dreams, feel free to share. We promise not to judge...too much."
               Brietta rolled her eyes, realizing that her attempt to share her dream had led to an unexpected and slightly embarrassing conversation. "Fine, fine. Let's just change the subject. Please."
               The three girls exchanged glances, searching for a new topic of conversation. After a brief silence, Allison blushed slightly, eliciting a knowing look between Lydia and Brietta.
               "Allie?" Brietta sought, narrowing her eyes at Allison, who avoided her gaze as the red in her cheeks deepened, "Do you have something you want to share?"
               Allison mumbled something under her breath, prompting Lydia and Brietta to exchange a perplexed look, silently questioning if they had caught her words. They both shrugged, then refocused their attention on Allison. 
               "You're gonna have to be a little louder, Allie," Lydia informed, holding her thumb and index finger just a fraction of an inch apart for emphasis.
               Allison pursed her lips, shooting Brietta an apologetic glance. "I'm actually having a study date with your brother after school today," she confessed, speaking faster than she normally does.
               Brietta's eyes widened, and she leaned forward, disbelief coloring her voice. "My brother?" Her pitch climbed, and she cleared her throat, continuing in a more composed tone. "My brother? Ellington Chastener? The guy took off his clothes and ran around a mall naked when he was four?"
               Allison nodded, her expression showing a slight cringe. "Yeah, that's the one."
               Brietta nodded, her eyebrows furrowing as she processed what Allison had just revealed. Allison held Brietta's gaze for a moment before finally breaking the silence. "Are you mad at me?"
               "No," Brietta shook her head, her concern still evident on her face. She tilted her head, fixing her gaze on Allison. "But my brother? Are you sure?"
               Allison snickered under her breath before nodding with a small smile. "Yes, I'm sure. We got paired up in French yesterday, and we just...started talking. I mean, he's funny, charming, cute—."
               Brietta's strangled sound interrupted Allison. "I don't need to hear all that, but I approve. Like 94%."
               Lydia snickered beside Brietta as the school bell rang in the courtyard, signaling that their last period was about to begin. "Well, this was fun," Lydia giggled, earning two sharp glares—one from Allison and one from Brietta. Lydia rolled her eyes before backtracking, "Fun for me."
               Lydia grabbed her school bag and stood up from the table. As she started to walk away, she stopped and turned back to Brietta, her red hair swirling around her.