Bobby heard the yelling and wanted to die. Nibbling her lip she grabbed a carton of OJ from the fridge and poured two glasses as she felt her cheeks burning. God, now she was gonna  get Xander beat once more. Slaming the fridge door after replacing the juice she sat alone at the Kitchen table and waited for Xander to finish his conversation. Still trying to plot on how to get him to stay instead of going back to his home to get hurt once more. â€œXander Iâ€™m so so sorry,â€ she whispered as she stared at the orange liquid in the glass.