Somehow she both wanted to talk about this and wanted it to be the furthest thing from her mind. To be fair, she hadn't really told anyone about it other than Chase, who was always listening with such half-hearted interest that she could never really be sure that he was keeping up. Half the time it felt like she was talking to the walls of his apartment, like they were closing in on her, her echoes reminding her just how lonely she could be some days. On those occasions she could at least talk to Teagan. Now? Well, that was yet another wall up for her.
Needless to say, she was not only irritated with the entire thing but... jealous. Sad, even. She felt like she'd been robbed someone deeply important to her, and it was difficult not to be a little upset with the two of them. Surely it would wear off with time, but at the moment she couldn't help but feel a little abandoned.
The other two were strolling up at just the opportune moment, Ruth's expression piqued with interest while Cricket just occupied herself with the tent structure, though still quiet enough to hear everything Melanie had to say. The brunette cleared her throat, clearly picking up on their impatience for her to give them details, even if she didn't want to divulge too many. Talking shit about Teagan felt wrong.
"Oh, she gives a shit about him, let me tell you--" She said to Lu's obliviously chipper comment, shaking her head. "It's been about a week, I think." Exactly six days. "And he's always at our place. Always." Her nose scrunched in a way that gave away her disgust with the entire situation, her poor mind recalling how she found out about the whole thing in the first place. The world hated her sometimes.
"Or she's at his. He's um-- Scott. He plays cello in an ensemble with her." Melanie didn't realize anyone would know him, considering how very antisocial the guy could be. "I think his last name is Emerson."