Erika nearly jumped when Keith grabbed her, thousands of thoughts coursing through her mind. Her eyes darted back towards the room she had stepped out of and everything she had threatened to do. It could all be over right then and there if she told Keith not to trust Alexandria. But she hesitated, feeling that perhaps the spoiled blonde still had a pinch of humanity in herself, that would surely come out sooner or later when she'd realize that the damage she would do to Keith was going to be permanent.<br/><br/>"Keith... Oh, it's..." She stammered, not knowing which direction to take with her words. "Alex and I just had a little fight. Girl stuff, you know? Don't worry about it."<br/><br/>"Girl stuff?" Alex repeated, now standing at the doors. "Sure, let's put it that way. You're out of the entourage, so keep your dirty peasant hands off Keith."<br/><br/>Erika shot her friend a glare before removing her arm from Keith's grip. "Alex, this is not over and you know it. I want you to think very hard about what I just said."<br/><br/>Alexandria seemed uninterested, simply waiting for her to leave already. Erika forced a smile to Keith, patting him on the shoulder before hurrying out of the house.<br/><br/>"Don't mind her, she's overly emotional." Alexandria commented dryly and looked over to Keith. "Did you sleep well?"