Trisha looked irked, looking back at the table with everyone for a moment, but the longer that weighed on her the more it just reminded her that this wasn't going to stop. Rich was too blissfully happy in his own little world to just let her be alone. "I'll be back," she muttered.<br/><br/>She cross the lunch room quickly, catching up to Rich and grabbing his arm to stop him before he could go sit at the table with all the rest of his friends. "Look, Rich, I don't want to do, okay? I mean... I want to, but I can't."<br/><br/>"What the Hell does that mean? If you want to, then just go. What, your dad ground you?"<br/><br/>"Something like that, yeah. He doesn't take no for an answer, either. We can still hang out, but I can't go to the dance, alright?"<br/><br/>He shrugged and looked back at this friends who were all looking like they were straining their ears to eavesdrop. That had to be embarrassing, getting turned down after have probably gloated about it all over the place. "Well, you let me know when you have enough time for people, yeah?" He turned away hurt and Trisha felt her shoulders slump. He hated this; hated everything about this. She hated it all the way back to her seat. Wait a minute... "Huh? Where'd Tyler run off to?"